Taking a small gasp of fresh air, Wesley, wide eyed, looked at Rhea and joined in the laughter with some giggles.

"I'm goo-" She was interrupted by her stomach, which apparently thought it deserved to answer first.

Wesley clutched her robes in front of her stomach and turned a light shade of pink. "I guess I'm hungry."

She gave an embarrassed smile, before raising her eyebrows with interest, "What about you? How are you doing? Are you trying out for the Quidditch team?" Asking questions made her think of more, and she continued, talking faster and faster, "How'sIrialdoing? Didyouseehoweverythingdriedbacktonormal,soyourbook sturnedoutfine? What areyoudoinghere? Areyouhungrytoo?"