Once the papers were handed over, Simone didn't know what to do with herself, and her hands flailed a bit as she looked at the rest of the chaos spread out in the booth. She should probably tidy it up a bit, shouldn't she? And so, as Emilia explained a bit, she did just that, organizing the stacks a bit better, shifting them out of the way. And then, she leaned back with a small sigh. "That will be amazing! Do you have favorite ways of celebrating? Or is it mainly drinks and dancing?" she asked curiously, always enjoying the opportunity to learn more about people and how they handled different things. That sort of transparency was so different from how she'd grown up, and a part of her reveled in it now.
"Aww, I get that, but that's so fun! We weren't allowed to dance growing up," she admitted, not that she'd been particularly forthcoming about her upbringing with her housemates. Mostly, they'd not socialized enough for it to really come up. She found she was quite curious about this tutor, but before she could ask, one of the tavern workers was bringing out her dinner, and her stomach grumbled at the reminder of how hungry she was.
"Thank you so much," she told the server with a smile, shifting the plate in front of her. The patty melt looked perfect, and the fries seemed to be that perfect balance of salty and oily that would stick to her hips if she wasn't careful. It wasn't like she indulged often, but she wasn't going to deny enjoying it when she did. "Oh, but the extras for me? I did ceramics! A few other things too, but I loved the ceramics. I don't think I was that good at it, but it could be so..." she paused, trying to find the right word. "Meditative? Yeah, just really relaxing. Focused."