Lavender grinned when she saw Booth. "You didn't, I wasn't waiting that long."
She didn't want to admit to how much she was looking foreword to this. It would be a break from thinking about wolfy stuff, or Ron stuff (why was he actually asking about her? Ron of all people couldn’t possibly be concerned for her could he?), or well - anything that wasn't related to steak or beer.
"Besides, the smell has given me an appetite," she grinned a bit wider. "Don't feel intimidated if I eat more than you, I know a lot of guys would."
She totally meant it as a joke. But it was kind of true, it was either a drawback or an advantage of having at least some werewolf in her - Lavender had more than twice the normal appetite. Luckily she had an amazing metabolism to go along with it.
She hardly knew Booth at all, but that might actually be a good thing. Even more of an escape, plus he hopefully wouldn't hold it against her if she decided to get a little bit tipsy. Not that she was planning on that – not exactly.