Tucker was an idiot. "In the club… the pudding club." She tried to clarify, unsure if she was frustrated by the stupid look on his face or if she found it adorable, like one of those puppies that were all mangy and really stupid but still cute. " Pudding being… You know." She raised her eyebrows with a quick glance at the front of his trousers. "How do you have a girlfriend, but don't know euphemisms for pregnancy?" That seemed like something someone might want to know if they were in a relationship, so when people asked if your girlfriend was knocked up, you'd know what it meant. 

"I'm not nuts. You're nuts." She said grumpily, continuing to stir her ice cream. "You're eating… everything on bread and calling it a sandwich. So. I'm pretty sure the crazy one here is you. You're the one with a girlfriend and a serious issue with food." She was just kind of lactose intolerant. Okay maybe not really lactose intolerant at all, but that was not the point. 

Finally the ice cream was melted enough to actually eat the melted parts. The chunky parts would still need to melt a bit longer but part of it was soupy enough to eat. "I want to be excited about you coming to Hogsmeade, but honestly. I don't think Im even going anymore. Everyone is there to cuddle in the Three Broomsticks or whatever, and.. that's not really the kind of thing I'm in to, ya know?" 

Strong-willed was one word. She would have used controlling and a little bit psychotic. She chose not to, instead offered. "I'll study with you, if you want. You don't have to, but I mean." If he needed the help, she was going to be a lot nicer about it. "I can't help you in Herbology, and I wouldn't go near the green houses if you paid me." Plants hated her. They were evil. But I'm better to study with for Transfigurations and Charms than Lizzie. You won't get distracted by my tits," She did not just hang them out everywhere for everyone to see as Lizzie apparently had at the masque. "Or snogging me."