Lisa watched as Gabrielle pulled her chair up to her, unaware of what her motive was but more focusing on the woman taking their order. Maybe she should learn Russian to. It wasn't as pretty as the romance languages, but it would help her communicate with...well, Russians.
Distracted by Gabrielle, she listened. She always did love when Gabrielle spoke French, it did wonders to her brain! It had also led to some very interesting lessons on her part. Except, her girlfriend's native tongue wasn't used in the ways that it usually served to excite her, and she did her best not to frown.
"Butter milk hotcakes, maple syrup please. Butter on the side," in case they changed their minds. But Lisa liked butter anyway! "And milk." She didn't like powder sugar on her pancakes, however. Lisa didn't find anything wrong with their waitress, she seemed motherly. Her smile was genuine too, Lisa turned slightly and pecked Gabrielle on the lips, turning to guage the woman's reaction. Again, she found no fault in her as their menues were taken. People came in every shape and size, Lisa learned that.
"Alcohol for breakfast?" She asked quietly, once the woman left them. Giving her a curious look, she wondered what Gabby was going to do. She hadn't seen the girl drink vodka before.