Vianna listened as Ferris told her Mrs. Vincenzi had reason to be wary, that she didn't know him that well and catching her daughter kissing a boy in the middle of the living room would have made any mother concerned. "I suppose..." she muttered, her eyes falling to her hands again. She listened as the boy went on to explain to her how the situation could have been worse, had it been his mother who saw them. She looked up again and gave Ferris a weak but amused smile. "I'm glad it wasn't your mum who saw us, then," she said with a soft, weak chuckle before turning quiet once more.

Her blue eyes fell to her hands once again but she looked up at Ferris as he began speaking again, telling her how he knew that they were serious, that they were rock solid. Vianna smiled faintly and nodded her head, though she wasn't sure what exactly Ferris was getting at. But it was then that the boy began speaking again, and there was mild confusion on the girl's features before her expression turned more understanding. "I know, Professor," she said softly. She paused for a moment and cringed slightly to herself, "You're not going to give me the talk too, are you, Professor?"