The fact that they had been able to fall back into this pattern so easily was reassuring to Marguerite. After the distance, the pain, she had been worried that she had made a mistake. Or that things could never be as they were. Yet oddly enough, they were more open with one another now. Percy knew the details of her past she had been unable to share. And she knew that he was a man far greater than she had initially realized with his capacity to care for those less fortunate than himself, a man who fought with whatever means necessary to save innocent people. They had their differences in upbringing but in the end, they hadn't destroyed them and the familiarity was back as if it had never left at all.
"I am certain your wounded heart will recover."
Smirking, Marguerite was thankful as well that the reasoning was just because they were joking and teasing and not so much Percy's antics. Then again, had it been because he was trying to throw suspicion from himself and to trick her, Marguerite would still be far too upset to respond as such and instead would have just sighed and gone about what she'd been doing initially.
As Percy got the plates, Marguerite finished the last touches to the salad before getting the wine. Well, she was French and it was familiar. That and they only had a couple days until camp. Might as well make the most of it.