Angelina laughed outloud. Between the comment about his mother and then referring to her as one of his better looking mates she couldn't help but be amused. Being told she was good looking wasn't anything new. She wasn't arrogant enough to think she was all that some of these boys liked to tell her that she was. She thought she was pretty normal in the grand scheme of things.
"Georgie, you're such a flatterer," she told him with a wide grin as she took the journal that he picked out. It really did look like something she'd picked out. She would have asked how he knew just what she'd want but they'd known each other for so long now she didn't really question it to much.
"Selling many of these fantastic contraptions?" she asked instead.
That question was ridiculous with how busy they were. In fact, she felt a bit guilty for compromising his time when there were crowds this thick. Verity and Fred probably could have used the help. No one ever said she wasn't selfish though. Talking to him for five minutes never killed anyone.