Mica grinned, raking her fingers through her wealth of curly brown hair. "You're on. Do you think they'll have a nice bottle of Chiaretto chilled for us?" The hazel eyes sparkled when she recognized the joke. "Antonio!" She placed a hand over the breast pocket of her peacock blue jacket, reeling back in feigned shock. "You devil, you've been watching British comedy!" Laughing, she leaned back in, lowering her voice. "Although I think they'd have chosen a gondola if they'd thought of it first." She winked and straightened, looking around her. "I should find my company, but it shouldn't take too long. Arriverderci amigo."<br/><br/>Signalling the waiter as she walked away, she gestured lightly to Antonio's table. "Kindly refill the signore's glass, Sir, or replace it with something of his choice. Eh.. Mr Johnson's table was..where, again?"