Parvati was grateful for the interruption of the sommelier; she wasn't quite prepared to answer that question. At least, not before she had some wine and food in her to prevent her from pulling him under their table right then, as was her inclination.
"Mademoiselle and Monsieur, the flight I've described on the menu is quite nice, or are you interested in a bottle perhaps? It looks like you are celebrating. Perhaps, we have a lovely '98 Palmes d'Or?" Parvati nodded happily, and he went off to get the bottle.
"Well, let's have a nice dinner and I promise you a very sweet dessert," she said, arching her brow carefully.