Ashleigh shook her head at Higgs' apparent surprise that she'd come prepared. "They're just leftovers," she told him. "Don't go thinking I cooked for you. I'm not that domestic." She opened her own pot and took a bite. She would show Higgs that she was eating properly, because the last thing he needed was to worry about her. "Besides, I've eaten your cooking. You're far better than I am." Ashleigh just didn't care enough about food to go to the effort of making anything other than basic recipes - at least, not usually. The science behind so-called 'mood boosting' foods was questionable at best, but Ashleigh had supposed it couldn't hurt.
"When will you learn?" she asked. "I'm a Ravenclaw and therefore know everything." Far from it, but 'healthy living' might as well be a specialist subject of Ashleigh's just now. She raised an eyebrow when Higgs explained that his nan had a parrot, instead of a dog. "What does she do about -" Ashleigh stopped. "No, I don't want to know." However bird owners dealt with droppings was a subject Ashleigh could defer to another day. Or never. The fact the bird could talk was more interesting. "What kinds of things does it say?" she asked, curious. Parrots might not be uncommon, but Ashleigh had never come into contact with one. Then again, Ashleigh had never walked into a pet shop.