"Oh Boothy," Lavender rolled her eyes. "Don't you know that's what memory charms are for?" she asked jokingly. She never would actually use the charm on anyone, at least not unless she absolutely had too.
She finally stood up, running a hand through her hair and grinning at Booth. "Right then, where too?" She was half tempted to ask about booze, or hockey, or Parker, or something. Wouldn't that be the polite thing to do? But then the details were so fuzzy still she'd probably mess her question up.
"Twenty eleven," Lavender repeated. She had forgotten the whole time thing, it has always been so confusing. Some things really never changed it seemed.