"Nasty scars. Ridiculous mood swings. Always made better when full moons don't line up with other monthly occurrences. Sometimes a non-existent verbal filter, but I'm not sure if that's just something that was exacerbated by the attack." She smiled.
"Of course there's the appetite. Metabolism." She tugged her plate of food closer, holding back her hair as she leaned forward to take a deep sniff of what was in front of her. "I'm sure there are other things. I never really bothered to look it all up."
And a lot of the time she just didn't care. She liked being able to eat and not worry about her figure. She'd actually had to learn to eat more because after coming out of hospital, she'd lost a great deal of weight through the increased metabolism. Now there was a nice balance.
She liked it more than she really cared to admit to people.
"I make no promises to be a lady while I eat this," she said cheekily. "Fair warning, yeah?"
Lavender waited for a moment, hoping he'd talk more, but it seemed like things had sort of veered off the deeper questions. Food was always distracting that way. She figured if he had something he wanted to tell her, off the record, he would.
The evening went on along a more casual path while they ate. Stories of work, him making brooms and past stories she'd written. Strangely, she felt extremely comfortable around him. Oddly, not really in a romantic way. But like a kinship. Who would have guessed?