"I think the summer would be nice," Hestia said, a bit somberly before she thanked the waiter for delivering their meals. It was difficult for her to think about planning for the future, even to the next year. Hestia was so unsure of where she'd be, what she'd be doing, what any of the people who were close to her would be doing. Would they all still be there? She couldn't allow her thoughts to travel that path, and she shook her head before she tucked into the chicken meal she'd ordered. She hated that even when she was trying to enjoy a conversation with Viktor, her mind turned to the beginning war. "I don't know any of the language, I'd have to work on that a bit before visiting."
She noticed something in his eyes when her legs brushed his beneath the table, and Hestia quirked her lips at an idea. Continuing the conversation, she allowed her foot to run up the length of his calf, an impish smile spreading over her lips. She wondered how he might react to such an action.
"I'm glad you like this restaurant. I think the food here is a bit better than the takeaway I brought to your house last week, if a little more inconvenient, but it's a special occasion."