Romilda was very much looking forward to this lunch. If nothing else, she'd get to spend an hour or so with Zach, tasty food, and probably end up drinking a bit of the spiked pumpkin juice herself. Best case scenario, she would help a man who had the misfortune of still being a virgin in his late thirties explore his sexuality. She was curious as to what she'd see when she met him, too; her sense of people's sexuality was usually very keen.
The Ministry was a place she knew well, now, and she found the Committee on Experimental Charms with very little trouble. Holding a picnic basket with the crook of one arm, she knocked on the door, already grinning.