With the radish offered, Ginger looked between it and Eugene with either interest or disdain- it was hard to tell with her cute little face sometimes. Eugene was leaning toward the latter as she continued to sit there with her lettuce, still very obviously poised to make a run for it if he tried to take the fork. Just the end of it stuck out of her pouch like she was daring him to make a move for it. Cheeky bugger.

Fortunately his co-worker seemed to have something better to offer and Eugene couldn't help but to chuckle when Ginger's head turned on a swivel toward the redhead. Shiny silver buttons were much more intriguing and alluring to a niffler than a radish, that was for sure.

"Oh good on yeh, she'll like that, if yeh can part with it, she won't be giving that back." For some reason Ginger really liked buttons. Her treasure trove under Eugene's bed was full of them.