George squinted at the menu. He really wished he'd been able to get in touch with Fleur before this outing, but Bill had assured him that she'd rather not be disturbed while with her grandmother. George thought that his brother had to be wrong about that, but with the recent discontinuation of owl post, he may never know.
He glanced up at Parvati with half a grin. "Oh, say that again. French sounds good on you."
He squeezed her hand gently. "I'm glad, too." What was it about her that turned him into a sap? Wasn't he supposed to be the witty, never takes anything serious type? That was one thing he would never let his mates see. Ever.
"We'll have the...uh.." he scanned the menu again and then pointed, "that. And a bottle of... Hm." Wine was something he knew a little more about, but still not well enough. "What do you think?" He asked Parvati.