Again Everett found himself chuckling. "You mean vino and graci isn't a rudimentary understanding?" He leaned back in his chair, finding himself rather enjoying this evening after all.

The smells of the kitchen wafted around them and Everett inhaled. "Well, I hope you enjoy the meal as much as you languages." Was it safe to assume she liked languages? To hide his overstep he leaned toward her slightly and admitted in a lower voice, "I confess I've never eaten Italian food. I can only hope it is good." And definitely that he didn't get food poisioning. That would definitely put more of a damper on their trip than the rain currently falling outside.