<"You're quite welcome."> she replied to the thank you, smiling all the wider afterwords <"And it's<em>real</em>food too, not the cheap processor stuff; nothing but the best tonight, I promise."><br/><br/>This was serious, after all.  Unless Musubi spoke up though, she wouldn't know what to say in the car as they drove, some fifteen minutes to their location, a famous restaurant called Babbo Ristorante, again quite renowned and quite large... and busy with several very<em>nice</em>upper-echelon vehicles scattered about it's parking facility.  They might have looked a tad out of place as they pulled up to the front, the elven carhop looking incredulous before moving to open the door for Musubi, smiling as he offered a hand to help her out of the car.<br/><br/>Elisabeth herself would get out, toss the Elven lad the keys as she walked around so he could park her car, and then would once again offer her arm to Musubi to lead her in.  The car would be driving off a moment or two later.<br/><br/><"Shall we?"><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hope you don't mind she's being a bit manly right now; figured Musubi would like knowing that Elisabeth can act fairly masculine <em>and</em> feminine (which she'll be acting more later, I promise)<br/><br/>And the name of the restaurant... broke out some google-fu on Italian restaurants &gt;.&gt;</div></div>