"Is she?" Ian asked, raising his eyebrows as if both surprised and impressed, although he was quite she Mary's mother was about as Italian as he was. Unless, of course, it was some sort of bug. "Has she always been Italian? Or is it catchable, now you're one too?"
Before he answered her question about the dress he gave himself a second to think. "It's a nice enough dress. Not used to seeing them on you, And it can't be easy to run or climb in something like that. Which is sort of what this favour might entail..."
"Bit of a mouthful. Bit long too. But good enough, I suppose." He said with a shrug. Nothing wrong with a good English name...
I know it's wrong, but I kept reading the "My-Mr Fisher..." bit as "My Father". o.O''