Gabrielle did not hide the fact that her mouth was suddenly hanging open. For someone who hated shopping, Morag was certainly quick to alter course when she was sold on an idea. It wasn't like Gabrielle had been trying to change her mind, she was just pointing out the fact that-
Her thoughts screeched to a halt as her head tapped against the car window during a tight turn. En effet! Why had they not just found some magical way to get where they were going? Gabrielle was not used to this, nor did she deserve it. If a visible bruise formed, she would be most appalled.
"Zat... eez good," she said, obligated to respond. She tried to form dynamic conversation.
"What eez Antonin going to do while we are gone? Does 'e not want to be wiz you all ze time??" She assumed a couple would be inseparable during a nice trip like this.