One fine day in the middle of the night...

Calixta laughed and blushed as Bastian placed the flowers on her head.

"They're pretty. How do I look?" she asked, modeling them for him in a mock-serious fashion. "We should get you one," she joked, waggling her eyebrows mischievously.

Bastain gave an amused glance, yet appeared to be contempating something. He then flipped the vender another coin and picked up a red flowered crown.

"Only for you darlin" he said placing it on his head and taking her hand in his.

The vender looked very amused, "Have a lovely night" he wished.

If the vendor looked amused, it was nothing to how Calixta looked; she was positively radiant with mirth, laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes.

"No no, take that silly thing off, I'll never take you seriously with it," she protested, reaching up for it and putting it around her arm instead. "I might want a picture later, though," she admitted, grinning like a Chesire cat.

She was still laughing when the maitre d' came over to seat them, looking pleased to have such a friendly-looking pair.

"Table for two?" he asked in heavily accented but perfect English, and Calixta beamed at him. No language barriers were one of the many benefits of some of the tourist-y areas of towns, and she was glad she'd picked right so Bastian wouldn't have to guess at what to put on his plate.

"That would be wonderful, thank you," she returned, ready to follow him to their designated table.