She got unjustifiably excited over the idea of an elf. Gabrielle knew she would never mistreat the creature, and that it would have the happiest of lives around the Delacours. The only suffering for the little helper may have been how the girl would choose to dress an elf, as Gabbi was already picturing pretty pink bows and such. "I would like a girl elf," she said in a way that implied great importance.
Morag's attraction made her blush considerably, but not in a way that was flattered. In fact, it was... bizarre being told by a man that a woman found her pretty. She didn't mind female attention- Veelas attracted all kinds- but Antonin as a sort of middle-man...? Unnerving. She blinked rapidly a few times in an attempt to wipe her brain clean. Maybe it would not be mentioned anymore. Maybe... he was joking...?
"Eet eez a date, zen," she said- followed by an immediate regret of word choice. She went to reach for her own hair, a nervy reflex, but realized she was wearing a ponytail. The strange, embarrassing giggle that hatched from her mouth made her wish she had ended the conversation much sooner.