Alicia quirked an eyebrow at George, grinning at his question. "Why Mr Weasley, what kind of girl do you think I am?" she asked in mock outrage. Nevermind that he had been basically been keeping her on this confused edge since Valentine's Day as to what he really wanted: if he was just suddenly being an extra-nice best friend or what.
When he returned with their drinks, Alicia took a drink from her cup, though not quite the one he took from his. "You mean besides watch you chug yours?" she asked with a grin.