"Is that so?" Meghan affected a coy expression and she pretended to be surprised by his words. "The great Oliver Wood would be so easily distracted by the sight of me in a short skirt? I'd no idea." It was difficult to keep a straight face, though, and a moment later she was smirking, making it obvious that she was teasing at least a little.
"Maybe we'll save the short skirt for after the game, then. I'd hate to be responsible for the opposing team rising any higher in the ranks, after all." It was settled, though. She'd definitely be attending that match.
As the last bite of her own food was popped into her mouth, Meghan couldn't help but agree with him. She was more than a little stuffed. She didn't merely nod her head, though. Again, she smirked a little more. "Does that mean you didn't save room for dessert, Wood?" she teased him softly.