<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/1b/72137218_958926787792898_6245942073171418573_n.jpg/720px-72137218_958926787792898_6245942073171418573_n.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Gabby Bonnet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271105#msg15271105)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Monday, September 30th | ~ 2 pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Hot And Classy (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/46/GabbyTea.png/1200px-GabbyTea.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Rhianna - Diamonds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWA2pjMjpBs)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Tea Time<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Marshall; Avery; Jack; Open |<br/><hr/><br/>A sweet, little curve touched her lips as Marshall took her hand and bowed slightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement and appreciation.  Offering up her hand like that had become second nature, given how openly affectionate all the people in her life were, either drawing in for kisses on the cheek or, typically on a first meeting between a male and female, kissing the hand.  It hadn't even occurred to her that Americans greeted one another differently (hell, many Europeans did, anymore), but she was rather pleased that Marshall had handled the situation with such aplomb.<br/><br/>"I'm delighted to meet you, Marshall.  Once you get your food, I hope you'll join me at my table.  I want to talk more, but it seems gauche to hold a conversation here."  She turned then at the arrival of two others, tilting her head slightly with a warm, wide smile as she watched the girl drag the young man up to herself and Marshall.  At Avery's words, she felt an instant burst of delight, unabashed in her pleasure over the compliment and chance to talk fashion.  "Merci beaucoup, mon ami!  Aren't they just<em>delicious</em>?  I can't resist a cute slingback.  You, though!  Oh my god, I am<em>living</em>for that skirt, darling."<br/><br/>She shot a glance at the two boys, stopping on Jack as he introduced himself and flashing one of her inviting smiles, even as she moved a bit so that the pair could easily step up to the table and order their food if they desired.  "Bonjour, Jack.  I must say, it was very intriguing to see you go up and speak with Dr. Boussard.  He frightens me un petit peu, so I would not have had the guts.  Especially greeting<em>all</em>of the professors.  Mon Dieu!  Some of them make me feel like un bébé walking into my first day of primary school again.  You have guts, mon ami."  She feigned a swoon and fanned herself with one hand as she spoke of how intimidating the teachers were, her lips still curved and her eyes alight with the enjoyment and excitement of it all.<br/><br/>Turning back to Marshall, she droped him a fluttering wink in response to hearing his order, laughing softly.  "Oh, you are a clever one.  One so rarely goes wrong trusting a French chef or baker to decide what will taste best.  But, I am perhaps a wee bit biased in that regard."