He sported a curious expression at her answer of making fun of their moms. The surprise of it erasing his annoyance. A half-grin appeared on his face at her direction into the restaurant.<br/><br/>Almost automatically he sniffed the air when they walked in. The warmth felt great and the scent was tantalizing. Pasta, cheese....<em>Oh man..</em>now -sporting a subtly silly kind of expression- Michael wished he<em>hadn't</em>had dinner already. He was beginning to do a mental calculation of his budget but brought his mind back to Florence just in time to not be caught in space again.<br/><br/>"Blood orange Gelato sounds good," he decided with another little grin.<br/><br/>"So, what was your Mom like when you got accepted?"