Nodding, Bethanie didn't pry when Gemma trailed off. She could understand why she'd done so, even though Bethanie would have liked to know. (She wouldn't have known what to say, most likely, so it was probably better if Gemma didn't tell her, but that didn't satisfy Bethanie's curiosity.) "Fine is good," she agreed, feeling that she had to say something.
'Writing a lot' seemed very likely to be Laurel, so Bethanie smiled. "Yes," she agreed. "At least, I think so. I can never keep track." Bethanie had trouble remembering how old she was half the time, even when she hadn't been having dreams about her fortieth. "It has been fun," she said honestly. "She'd never been to the cinema, so I took her, and then I showed her The Wizard of Oz because we were talking about how muggles perceive witches. And she invited me to go with her to a sing-a-long," she added. "Though I don't remember Dirty Dancing having that many songs..." She shrugged. It would still be fun, even if as yet Bethanie had no idea what she was going to wear, because there weren't a lot of appropriate costumes for women her size in that particular film. "A world cup match is a good reason not to be there," she said. "I didn't know you'd signed up for match-making, did I?"
Bethanie raised an eyebrow. "Weird?" To her, the whole magical world was still a bit 'weird', at times, but she knew that wasn't true for Gemma - so she was curious what the other girl would even consider weird.