Daphne had to smile as Astrid's eyes widened, "It is. My father is Greek, and my mother is French, it's only expected that we have homes there. Perhaps, one of these days you can come visit our home in Greece. After all, your family was gracious enough to invite me." Daphne did wonder if that was proper etiquette. She wasn't sure what was considered to a proper courtship. Was this even considered "courting"?
Daphne's gaze followed Astrid's to the bedspread, watching closely as the girl picked at a loose thread. "I don't mind," That was a lie, inside, Daphne was steaming mad. She was mad her parents for accepting the invitation, she was mad at them for forcing her into this entire mess. "I suppose, this is just giving me some insight into what my parents are getting me into."
Clearing her throat, she glanced over over to window, "So, tell me, Miss Astrid, what do you do for fun around here?" Daphne was dying to change the subject to something other than her predicament.