Fred laughed when Rupert promised that he'd save her before his books in a fire. "That's good to know. Although I'd help you save your books if I could. I'd hate to see them destroyed too, especially since you've been with them for so long."
She could see that Rupert was definitely starting to get perturbed by the waiter's coming and going, so she hoped that once he brought the main course they'd be left alone for a little while. Picking up her fork, she took a bite of her salad, giving him a smile.
"I'm fine. This salad is very good, and I like the dressing - it's not to vinegary like you sometimes get." She then took a sip of wine and leaned over a bit. "And truth be told, I agree with you about the wedding and the wedding planner idea. I love your mother for thinking about us and wanting to help, but I don't want this to be very big either, which I'm kind of scared it might get if someone else gets a hold of it, especially if that person knows about the Council families and wants to make an impression."
Stopping she took a deep breath and looked down at the table cloth for a moment. At one time, she had dreamed about having a huge wedding, mostly after she had seen Diana and Charles' wedding on the television when she was six years old. Of course then, she had wanted to be a princess - a few months before she decided she also wanted to travel into space on the shuttle.
Since then, though, she had changed her mind about what she wanted to be when she grew up several times, and she had also changed her mind about what she wanted when she got married.
"I just want a small wedding outside in the sunshine with our friends and family, nothing fancy," she told him, picking up her fork again to continue eating her salad. "Dinner afterwards...and then a lifetime with my best friend at my side."
Giles was grateful that Fred agreed with him about the wedding. He'd seen some of the weddings Sara Jane had done and they were a bit godly. At least in his opinion they were. He really couldn't picture Fred wearing a ten foot long train on her wedding dress while white doves fluttered around her head. Giles knew he wanted something small. Just a few people and nothing more.
"It is good dressing. I can't recall what they use here. It's their own recipe I believe," he said, taking another bite of his salad. "And before I forget, we should really pick a date so your parents know when they should fly here. If they wait until the last minutes, their tickets will be a bit cheaper." The waiter came back and cleared their table and Giles pondered not giving the little bugger a tip if he didn't stop acting so eager.
"I was thinking the last Saturday of the month," Giles said after the waiter was gone again. "That'll give your parents three weeks before they need to be here. Unless you need more time of course. I don't really know what goes into picking out a wedding dress."
"The end of the month sounds perfect," she said, taking another sip of her wine. She knew her parents would be ready to fly out anytime - especially since the school year had ended yesterday. "I think I should be able to find a wedding dress by then since I wasn't exactly planning on visiting every shop in the country. I just want something simple. I should be able to find that fairly easily."
She smiled over at him. "So it'll be your parents, my parents, Willow, Charlotte, Xander, Andrew, Buffy and Dawn if they can come in from Rome..."
She thought for a moment. She hadn't spoken to Lorne since before she had first come to England for the interview, and she didn't think that inviting them would be right anyway. The only other person she would have wanted there was dead now.
"That's all I can think off unless there's anyone else you want to invite," she said as the waiter appeared yet again, this time bearing their main courses. Once he had set them down, he asked if there was anything else he could get for them. "Just some time alone to enjoy the food, thank you."
Giles listened to Fred as she named off everyone that was invited to the wedding. “The list sounds complete,” he said with a nod. The waiter came back and placed their dishes down and Giles had to bite his lip to get from laughing at what Fred said. When the waiter walked away, he let out a small giggle and looked over at Fred.
“I think I rather like you being bossy,” he said with mischief in his eyes. He squeezed her hand and then started on his food. “This is quite good.” He took a sip of his wine and took a breadstick out of the basket the waiter had left. “Now that we have the date settled, how about a honeymoon?” He tore a piece of his breadstick off and dipped it into the sauce that was lathering his pasta.
After swallowing it, Giles continued to speak. “I was thinking New Zealand? Or maybe even Ireland. Of course we won’t be able to go on a honeymoon straightaway considering we have a lot of work at the Council to do but perhaps in a month or so we could.”
She could see that Rupert was definitely starting to get perturbed by the waiter's coming and going, so she hoped that once he brought the main course they'd be left alone for a little while. Picking up her fork, she took a bite of her salad, giving him a smile.
"I'm fine. This salad is very good, and I like the dressing - it's not to vinegary like you sometimes get." She then took a sip of wine and leaned over a bit. "And truth be told, I agree with you about the wedding and the wedding planner idea. I love your mother for thinking about us and wanting to help, but I don't want this to be very big either, which I'm kind of scared it might get if someone else gets a hold of it, especially if that person knows about the Council families and wants to make an impression."
Stopping she took a deep breath and looked down at the table cloth for a moment. At one time, she had dreamed about having a huge wedding, mostly after she had seen Diana and Charles' wedding on the television when she was six years old. Of course then, she had wanted to be a princess - a few months before she decided she also wanted to travel into space on the shuttle.
Since then, though, she had changed her mind about what she wanted to be when she grew up several times, and she had also changed her mind about what she wanted when she got married.
"I just want a small wedding outside in the sunshine with our friends and family, nothing fancy," she told him, picking up her fork again to continue eating her salad. "Dinner afterwards...and then a lifetime with my best friend at my side."
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"It is good dressing. I can't recall what they use here. It's their own recipe I believe," he said, taking another bite of his salad. "And before I forget, we should really pick a date so your parents know when they should fly here. If they wait until the last minutes, their tickets will be a bit cheaper." The waiter came back and cleared their table and Giles pondered not giving the little bugger a tip if he didn't stop acting so eager.
"I was thinking the last Saturday of the month," Giles said after the waiter was gone again. "That'll give your parents three weeks before they need to be here. Unless you need more time of course. I don't really know what goes into picking out a wedding dress."
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She smiled over at him. "So it'll be your parents, my parents, Willow, Charlotte, Xander, Andrew, Buffy and Dawn if they can come in from Rome..."
She thought for a moment. She hadn't spoken to Lorne since before she had first come to England for the interview, and she didn't think that inviting them would be right anyway. The only other person she would have wanted there was dead now.
"That's all I can think off unless there's anyone else you want to invite," she said as the waiter appeared yet again, this time bearing their main courses. Once he had set them down, he asked if there was anything else he could get for them. "Just some time alone to enjoy the food, thank you."
The waiter nodded and hurried off.
"Let's see how long that'll actually last."
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“I think I rather like you being bossy,” he said with mischief in his eyes. He squeezed her hand and then started on his food. “This is quite good.” He took a sip of his wine and took a breadstick out of the basket the waiter had left. “Now that we have the date settled, how about a honeymoon?” He tore a piece of his breadstick off and dipped it into the sauce that was lathering his pasta.
After swallowing it, Giles continued to speak. “I was thinking New Zealand? Or maybe even Ireland. Of course we won’t be able to go on a honeymoon straightaway considering we have a lot of work at the Council to do but perhaps in a month or so we could.”
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