Fleur moved her dessert around her plate, but didn't eat it. She wasn't hungry anymore, but didn't want to be rude. The lack of discussion was still noticeable, but at least there was no fighting. Pushing her dessert towards Marcos, she didn't want it.
"Vud you like mine, Marcos?" Fleur asked her son.
Having already eaten a dessert thanks to Marcos, Gabrielle was free to torment Lisa constantly. Her finger curled around black hair as she whispered into her wife's ear. Could she drive Lisa into a frenzy?