Vaan's brows went up and he nodded fervently, "Oh! It wouldn't be an inconvenience at all. Honestly, and of course I'll write you." His cheeks burned a bit and he laughed, "I can tell you all about the stuffy foreigners and my wild adventures."
"Right! Quite right..." Vaan didn't get nervous very often, but his stomach felt odd at the moment and he was having difficulties putting his words in the right order, "Dinner? Oh! Dinner. Yes. Good. Right," he stood up when she went to leave the room and sat back down as soon as she was gone. Shaking his head he smoothed out the wrinkles on his trousers and tapped his feet against the floor. Gabby had seemed flustered before she left and it was bothering him. Had he said something wrong?
It was still running about in his brain when she came back and he stood up from his chair as she entered. "Would you like any help?" he asked, moving so that he could take something if she needed.