Pansy tried not to grin when Blaise pulled her onto his chest. She was used to displays of affection like this from him at home, but the last month had been an awkward give and take. She tried not to ask too much of him, but she also didn't know how to stop being physical with him. They'd managed alright. "Never moving, right. This is fairly cozy, I suppose. And I'm never going to get the hang of these damned Muggle things." She burrowed her head into his chest, sighing.
Lifting her head slightly, she sighed. "We might have to leave for fish and chips. But we could bring it back." She groaned and put her head back down. "The tourists, though. Not that they recognized me, just that I don't want to."