Well, that certainly sounded promising. Fleur beamed at the thought of going to Egypt with Bill, even though this was their first real date. Usually, when men dropped comments like that, Fleur took them with a pinch of salt. Men would say anything to get her attention, but when it came to Bill, she didn't doubt him. He wasn't floundering at her feet, gazing at her with a gormless expression and bending over backwards to impress her. Bill knew her better than any man had bothered to get to know her, which in itself made her want to be the best version of herself for him.
"Broccoli ees fine," Fleur said. "Zere ees no reason to break from tradition." She admired the plate he set out, awarding him bonus points for presentation. The whole evening smacked of effort, yet he was pulling it off effortlessly, as though this was the least he could do for her.
Fleur moved to the little kitchen, hands on her hips, "Put me to work! I will be your assistant," She frowned then, suddenly realising how little she was contributing to this lovely date that Bill had arranged. "I feel bad zat I 'ave come empty 'anded. I should 'ave brought wine."