Gabrielle stopped her fervent eating to look at the actual plate. Guilian was right! Even when all of the food had been there, it still sat inside a rather large, blank outline. "Maybe zat eez 'ow Draco saves money," she said, surprised at her own spark. Knowing that Guilian would accept whatever she said, though, the girl refrained from apologizing. "I would nevair say no to dessert!" She thought of chocolate, and wondered if Guilian would be against ordering some even though he had just sent her quite a lot.
Gabrielle could not wait to dance, as she was sure of his talents and her own. They would likely make many people stare enviously. Her thoughts momentarily trailed somewhere much more animal, but she bit her bottom lip and made them go away. The person she had been in school would have probably given more than a kiss in London, but Fleur rightly did not approve of that individual. Gabrielle had learned to behave, and really, it was more fun to be lusted after than to have naive romps with every gent who claimed to need her.
The question of country was a difficult one. "I zink zat I shall always like France best. Ze land, my old friends, my parents... but 'ere I am wiz my Fleur,`ze primary school and ze children, and my music 'as grown vairy much too."
Her own explanation made Gabrielle curious. "Do you miss Italy? Business can be vairy cruel wiz where eet takes you..."