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Again she would wind up blushing at his compliment, unnecessarily tucking some imaginary loose strands of hair behind her ear before using that hand to hold open her menu again. Savannah was always a modest creature, though she did have the awareness that she was attractive. “If I can be so bold, I don’t believe it’s ever been my looks that send them running off. I don’t really know what it is, to be honest…which is what makes it such a problem. At least if I knew, I could try to fix it.” She paused, realizing that she might have been sounding self deprecating, and looked up to him again with a smile. “I wish I could blame the unicorn horn, but alas…it’s nothing more than a memory, now.” She was trying to show that she wasn’t as uptight as she might have seemed at the moment – that she was able to make fun of herself, even though the subject of making men run away from her was extremely sensitive.

She let her eyes scan over some of the items on the menu before her eyes met his again, intent on showing that she was paying attention to what he was saying. The mention of his sister made her very curious, though what peeked her curiosity even more was the way he paused before he mentioned the word ‘boyfriend’. She let out a commiserative hum, understanding all too well how complicated things could get, especially when a baby was involved with everything.

When the conversation switched around to focus in on her, she shifted in her seat again, and twisted her mouth to the side as she tried to think about how she should answer. “Well…I suppose there were a few reasons why I decided to go into that line of work. For starters, I’ve always loved to write. I’ve been writing things for as long as I can remember – poetry, short stories, grocery lists…you name it.” She smiled a little easier now that they were getting into the flow of talking. “I used to dream about being a reporter for the ministry – one of the lucky few who got to sit down with the Minister and ask him all the questions everyone wanted to know the answers to, you know?” She sighed a little as she looked back to her menu, giving a small shrug. “Things just…didn’t work out that way. I got accepted to Witch Weekly fresh out of Hogwarts, though I was only a secretary at first.” Again she looked up to him. “It was only supposed to be a temporary job, one of those things that look really good on a résumé. Then, I got the job as a reporter, and that was only supposed to be the next stepping stone…but I’ve been there for such a long time. I’ve become very comfortable there, even though the last thing I want to be writing about is celebrity gossip, or asking Gilderoy Lockhart which shade of green is ‘in’ this Spring…”