She felt her tongue move inside of her mouth, as if it wanted another try at correctly pronouncing her food. Gabrielle supposed it was not all too important, as Guilian ordered for them both and seemed quite content with the gentleman's role.
Her partner had been watching her quite ceaselessly, so it gave Gabbi a little shock when Guiliano finally looked away. Obviously something struck deep, as men rarely diverted their attentions from her. "I am... so sorry," she said earnestly, letting the words escape slowly and clearly. "I do suppose zat time eez ze best potion."
The way his fingers moved about the table bothered her, and with a bright smile, she lightly took his hand into her own. "Do not be like zis," she said a bit too demandingly. "I zink zat everyone shall come out of zis 'aving learned ze value of uzzers- your fazzer AND your self, oui?"
Once assured of his comfort, Gabrielle took the time to better survey her surroundings. "I must admeet zat Draco 'as taste," she said regrettably. "I still 'ope we do not see 'im, zough." Her eyes suddenly widened at her own rudeness. C'est une cloche! "Eh! Was zat evil to say??"