"Time for boz of you apart from ze uzzer," Gabrielle said, thinking. Perhaps that was the secret to lasting relationships, of which she had really had none. Relationships, yes, but they were usually more about some dumb boy drooling over a Veela than anything...
She rubbed her head dramatically as she stepped out of the car, forgetting the fact that people customarily paid for taxis.
The girl was already lost in the image of High Street. It was not her first time there, but she had seen no such finery since moving in with Fleur. Everywhere, the word "sale" called to her, and window displays and signs advertising shows and products fought for her attention. The fact that the money was really Antonin's dissolved in her mind like sugar in water.
"Bon ton..." she muttered absently, trying to look unselfish but failing to find words that were anything but. She shook her head, snapping out of the trance, to smile at Morag. "Hmm, where does ze baby say we go first?"