Lyra didn't get he was kidding. Her countenance brightened considerably and she clapped her hands together.
"Really?? Because.. you know, all we'd need to do is pay for the international floo, and food but I'm sure I can find family for us to stay with and, and, oh, yes.. I suppose," she had forgotten about the tomato bits and quickly turned about to find a small pot to put them in.
Lyra found one and set on the stove top, scooped up the tomatoes and deposited them in. Then she went to the sink and began cleaning her hands.
"Oh, Tristan," she turned and leaned against the sink. "Italy would be so grand, really."