"Well, I wanted to, so there." Because clearly that was an acceptable answer. Yes, Ginny hated the kitchen. It tended to conspire against her and that was just rude. Just because there was that incident with the water boiling... or the refrigerator. Or.. anything with a kitchen, really! But she could put aside her kitchen issues if she had a reason to. Like making cookies for Neville since it was his birthday and thus deserved cookies.
Not even responding to Neville brushing the patch of flour off her face, Ginny instead scrunched up her nose at the comment on the kitchen and it being still standing. Thus, the still excited Ginny put her hands on her hips and pouted at Neville.
"The kitchen is perfectly fine! There was some issues, but I fixed it. Promise." But then Neville was eating the cookie and, while she knew they were edible because she had indeed tried one to make sure, she was still worried. But then he smiled and said they were great and the pout once again returned to the bright grin she'd had upon entering. She didn't realize Neville would have lied and said they were good anyway, but she knew for a fact that they were edible so she knew he was telling the truth.
"Good, you like them!" Because seriously, she had worked all day on them. With mocking to be had at her expense as well.