He laughed loudly. She was so obviously flusterd, he found it charming, and cute. He wouldn't be surprised if she was fluent in the language, with her talk of kids exchanging rings and olives.
"You know that works out cause olives are my favorite fruit-" He paused. "Or is it a vegetable..?" He shrugged. "But you know tea and hot pockets, you can't go wrong with either." Then he remembered she had just alluded to -not- being able to speak Greek.
"Do you know Greek, I mean can you speak the language?" Maybe he would ask her to be his tutor instead of wasting his money on this book. His eyes landed on the counter where his book was and then he looked back at her. "What is your name?"