"Hmmm." Angela found herself distracted for a moment, dusting off the old, disused parts of her memory that held Charms theory, but ended up shaking her head, "I haven't the slightest, I'm afraid, which is why you work in Experimental Charms instead of me, I suppose." Part of her wanted to ask if it at least was a pretty blue, but she didn't think Gilbert would find that to be a pertinent question.
She shook her head, carefully curled hair swaying, "No, not particularly. Simply going through old photographs."
"I think I would like that." Unlike Gilbert, she wasn't ignoring how such a proposition sounded, but playing into it. Clearly whatever he wanted to tell her was supposed to be a secret, so if anybody overhearing thought they were engaging in...other activities, so much the better.