"Fromage! Cafe au lait!" Parvati giggled. She knew very little French indeed, but it delighted her to make him make that flirty grin.
Parvati saw him struggle with the menu, but found she knew quite little of muggle wines. She did, however, have quite the way with fancy restaurants, thanks to her family. "Can we speak to your sommelier? I'm sure he or she can recommend us the best to match our dishes tonight, yes?" The waiter bowed curteously, "Of course, mademoiselle. I shall have the chef start on your entree course."
Parvati leaned back in her seat, so comfortable with the way the evening was progressing. This was such a magical night, especially considering they had used precious little magic in all this time. She glanced at the tables nearby and saw a young tourist couple, probably on honeymoon, devour a single dessert. She made a face-she hoped George and herself looked better in public, though chances were they were just as sickening to everyone around them. She thought back to the night before, alone in her room, how she couldn't stop thinking about him-his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her neck, his...suddenly she remembered where she was and blushed a deep red at her prurient thoughts. "Ahh me, this is wonderful, though I can't help but think of later," she said simple, with a little lust in her eye.