Vianna smiled as Ferris told her he didn't mind sitting outside and watched as the boy then proceeded to sit before her. Her gaze was stuck on him for a couple of seconds before glancing down at the menus that magically appeared on the table. She began to flip through it absentmindedly before looking up at the boy in front of her again. "Are you alright or do I have to translate anything?" she asked, remembering the many times the boy had to translate for her during their time in France.