Well, it sounds like you know what ought to go into a successful picnic. Then again, I don't believe I've ever had one, so I could be wrong.

[She grins, partially to show she's teasing and partially to ease what she knows is a rather awkward situation. She usually likes to keep the broomstick flying relatively secret unless someone wants to learn. True enough many of her friends know she wants to do this for a living, but springing it on someone like this isn't exactly ideal. Ginny catches the shift in his gaze, gently bringing the broom back down so that she's barely hovering above the grass, and his comment earns a sheepish shrug.]

Walking's slower.