George couldn't take his eyes off of her as she walked away. This formal attire thing was definitely doing good things. They would have to play dress-up far more often. He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited, looking around the restaurant at the other diners. He hadn't really paid them much mind until now, he had other things to look at.
After a few minutes, the waiter returned with the food, and George did his best to thank the man in French. It sounded awful to his ear and he vowed to seek lessons from his sister-in-law if he was ever going to be coming back here.
He brightened as Parvati reclaimed her seat. "It's a rule, I think," he said, "that food can't come until someone leaves the table."