She didn't want to talk about Harry, it would do Ron no good to know that they had dated for the short time he had been here. "We could get Gryffindor tattoos, perhaps the crest or the lion head." She laughed. As if that would happen. She couldn't think about all the tiny little needles tearing into her skin just for the sake of art. "Oh come on it isn't as if I broke a sweat."
She speared another potato and popped it in her mouth. After chewing a good bit she offered a smile. "These are good." To be honest she was a little afraid of the chicken, it wasn't as if Madam Pomfrey was here with her endless supply of cures. Not that she didn't trust his cooking... But one could get so sick off of chicken that wasn't fully cooked. Though she would try her best not to let on.