Orla planned to get her started, but much later! She wanted to hear all about the honeymoon, or at least the parts that wouldn't have the girls blushing and matching the cherries that were likely to be in their ice creams.
Scrunching her nose up, Orla put the menu back on the table. "He really wasn't fair," she said with a firm nod, though it wasn't usually like her to say anything negative against anymore. Giving the waiter her order too, Orla waited until the woman was gone before shrugging her shoulders. "That requires working with people again," she said with a bit of a laugh. "Why can't there be jobs where people get paid to take pictures of flowers or pretty landscapes?" It was a rhetorical question, but that was where her interests were. "Lisa Turpin suggested putting in a resume at the Daily Prophet and hinted at being a reference. I could do that or -- photograph weddings like you suggested. Or maybe both. I don't really know."