Gabrielle laughed at Fleur’s “joke”. To her, like most jokes, it had at least a grain of truth. In fact, Gabrielle considered it over ninety percent truth and about ten percent joke. “I think zhat Lavender should be our first. See ‘ow she likes it?”
“You are going to let me play with ‘er, non?” Gabrielle purred. “If we take ‘er together?”
“Zhey would never!” Gabrielle protested with a happy smile. Fleur had fabulous taste! She could never see something that her sister bought her just sitting in a drawer unused.
“Good,” Gabrielle sighed. “Zhough, it is almost dinner time. Perhaps we should stop?” Even if they missed dinner, Gabrielle didn’t want to stop. However, it was part of the normal game; a variation of it, anyways. She would make Fleur make her give in. Gabrielle had to fight her. If she did, it was easier to turn the tables…
Trying to look disinterested, she looked up at Fleur. Of course, her disinterest was pretty obviously false.