"Why not just mail them?" She asked him with a raise of her brow. She really hated that term - gypsy. It wasn't proper, it had awful connotations, none of which she thought he meant, but still. "And - well, what are they on? I'm curious."
She wasn't sure though, not just about going with him, but if she was ready to go back at all. "I think I would like that," she said uncertainly. "But Sofia is so... tampered with. There is really no natural beauty there, I would much rather show you somewhere else."
"I have chicken cutlets," she told him. "Are you a vegetarian? But - I mean, I do not think you really expected to stay so long, so if you would rather go home, that is alright... it is just that, well, it is dinner time."