Guilian laughed at her suggestion. "You know, perhaps he does. Although, I have to admit, the Casino at least will give you enough food to actually make you think you've eaten a meal." Guilian was used to the banquets that his family often hosted, with enough food available to feed a small country.
He watched her eyes sparkle at the thought of dessert, and he kept a smug grin. He had a surprise for her, and held his counsel. "I would worry if you did say no to dessert. I don't trust people who do not take dessert." It was true. "There's something suspicious if a person says they do not like sweets."
He understood all too well the feelings she had about her home. "I was in France for a few years," he said, quelling any thoughts about Opal. "I was studying languages with my Aunt Athena in Rousillon. I guess if I had nothing here, I would want to return there too."
At the mention of Italy, he turned wistful. "I guess that I can focus on business for a while, so that I can return to my villa on Lago Di Como." Perhaps one day his father would let him go back - when all this nonsense was over, he could have his life back and then he could move on. It hurt to think of home right now and he tried to push the thoughts aside.
But he suspected Gabrielle noticed. "Oh, don't mind me, I am a little homesick. Business is cruel, and I look forward to the day I can return south, back to some warmth and some decent sunlight."
Finishing his meal, he sat back, glass in hand as he watched Gabrielle. "But business is taking me to France soon, just for a few days, then back here." He remembered the letter at home from Rabastan, requesting his presence for some 'training'. With Rab now in the Lestrange Manor in France, he had some travelling to do."
"Perhaps there's something I could bring you back - something you're homesick for?"