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Levy couldn't deny that Vincent was a real heartthrob. The girls would be all over him a few years, if they weren't already. Yet, she was no longer as enraptured by his charm. That being said, she was still very interested in the young duke. Perhaps this was the start of a friendship?

She was pleased to see that the boy was truly interested in her homeland. "That's one point for him." The teen thought to herself, with an inward smile. Though Levy was not ignorant of cultures in other countries, she was a bit surprised that he had never experienced true magic before. "Well..." She started, looking into his sapphire eyes and getting lost momentarily in their gaze. "There are three types of magic in Fiore. Caster Magic, Holder Magic, and Ancient Spells. The more widely used magic is Caster and Holder. Caster magic is expelled through the body, as opposed to Holder magic where the magic is concentrated through a weapon or object of some sort." Levy took care not to mention more about Ancient Spells, for they were a little harder to explain, and not widely as accepted.

Levy was curious herself as to what kind of magic these gypsies performed. She had only read about them in stories and history books, and from what she gathered, they were real phonies. "What about your gypsies? And your homeland? Tell me about them." The princess enjoyed stories, especially those about faraway lands. She tilted her head slightly, her blonde bangs falling over her eyes somewhat.

Gypsies. Phonies. She had expected as much, but it was still interesting to hear what the boy had to say. Upon hearing "animal taming" Levy's chin rose and she sat up straighter. What did these fakes know about animal taming? Her magic was centered around animals - speaking to them, taming them... Levy did not like the fact that they shared similar attributes, though the princess was definite that she was much better than any of those phonies.

Levy's postured softened as her mind wandered freely, painting pictures in her mind of the place Vincent called home. Italy... One day, hopefully, I can visit... The princess was very familiar with the country from her studies, but the way youngling spoke of it was much more lively than any book she had ever read on the matter. "Sounds like quite the happenin' place," She said, finally allowing herself to smile, her pearly whites brightening up her face. Though it was a simple statement, it was said with admiration. Levy would not have smiled otherwise. An estate surrounded by vineyards. That would explain the smell of wine on him. She concluded, taking a small bite of her quickly browning apple without excusing herself for eating in front of him.

Just as he offered to get her a plate, Levy's stomach growled with hunger. She bit her lip, trapping a quiet chuckle in her throat. "There were a few things that did catch my eye," The princess said, starting to rise. She wanted the two to act as friends, and therefore thought it would be best if they both made their plates together. She appreciated his offer, however, and was sure he was just as hungry she- he was Italian after all. Levy offered Vincent a hand up, her scarlet eyes twinkling. "Come, let's break bread."

Levy asissted Vincent to his feet and then dropped his hand, leading the way towards the food. She grabbed a plate, looking down the table that was littered with an assortment of food. "Hmm.. You know, I've never really considered it," She said honestly, for she loved trying new foods. One of the perks to being a princess she supposed. There were very few things she didn't like on their own, but when combined into a tasty dish, she didn't mind. The princess watched as he loaded food onto his plate and added a slightly larger heaping to hers. Though she may not look like it, the woman could eat as much as a puberty stricken teenage boy and she was unashamed. Levy's eyes wandered the buffet before finally resting on a very cheesy pasta. Her slender face scrunched up in concentration, the name of the dish on the tip of her tongue, as she scooped some of it onto her plate. "What about you?" She asked, still trying to remember what the pasta dish was called. Futta... Fetta... Ugh!

Levy listened intently, the names of delicious Italian dishes rolling off his tongue effortlessly. It all sounded so good. How could her own native dishes possibly compare to those? "Those all sound so good. We have something called Blue Sky Bolognese... But bolognese is an Italian meat-based sauce, is it not?" To her, food was like a universal language. No matter where you were, or what you were eating, or how you ate it, the intent of eating a meal with another person was comforting.

She watched as the boy piled some of the same pasta she had grabbed onto his plate. Fettuccine with Alfredo! Damn, that's what it is. I knew that... Levy made a mental note and then add some steamed vegetables to her plate before indicating that she was ready to pour drinks. "What can I pour for you?" The blonde asked, her eyes darting to his sapphires. She was merely asking to be polite. In reality, Levy had little knowledge of wine. Inside, she was desperately hoping he would offer instead, but on the outside she remained composed.

"Sounds, delicioso," She said winking before averting her attention to the selection of drinks before them. Levy knew that the wine served in the dining hall was mainly for faculty, but her eyes glittered with mischief as she scanned the shelves. Did she dare? The girl was no thief; she just liked to stir up some trouble here and there. The princess could not smell any of the kitchen staff nearby, and her nose never lied. She began to scout the shelves, like a lioness stalking her prey. However, movement from Vincent caught her eye and she stopped. It seemed that he had made his selection: Passion fruit tea.

She decided to leave the wine as is and smiled back at Vincent as she put her plates down so she could pour him a glass. She handed it to him, a hint of mischief lingering in her eyes. Levy poured herself a glass of the tea as well, giving the wine shelves one last glance before leading them back towards the fireplace to dine making sure they had grabbed silverware as well.

"Yeah yeah, laugh all you want." She said, rolling her eyes and sitting down at the table once more. She unrolled her silverware from its napkin blanket and with one swift moment, placed the cloth over her lap. Levy was no longer smiling, but not because she was upset or anything of the sorts. Far from it, in fact. She was content, but her smiles were rare. Would Vincent had known this, he would have known to consider himself lucky to have received many this evening already. "Buon appetito," The princess repeated back, admiring the charming twinkle in his eyes before digging into her dinner. Damn, this is so good! After a few forkfuls, she took a sip of her tea and then looked at Vincent. "So... I know you're name, and where you're from... But how old are you?" Levy asked, hoping he would care to elaborate and explain his schedule for this year as well.