"The wh ... sorry, what was that?" Cooper said, snapping his full attention back to Sarah. "Right, glutton. Oh, jeez no, hell no!"<br/><br/>He gnawed his lip in chagrin. Holy hell, that was one elegant-looking gown on Mel. There was yet another thing he should have anticipated. Everyone who had been over here had told him that Europe was more formal. It only made sense that she would have gone dressier for evening. Odd, though, there was a cool edge to the air that wasn't quite what he had expected for late afternoon. And there was something strange about the light here in the foyer...<br/><br/>"I just, uh ... Mel's all dolled up, there, and I don't want embarass you." He plucked at his khaki T-shirt with his free hand. "Looks like they dress for dinner here. You're all stylish and everything, and I'm looking like a bit of a slob."