The little girl on Vianna's lap seemed to be in the middle of a very long and very interesting story, sharing something she found to be fascinating with Vianna, playing with the older girl's brown hair as she spoke. It seemed the child was completely oblivious to the fact that they spoke different languages; she didn't care, she still liked this older girl and still wanted to share her little stories with her. And Vianna, though she obviously didn't understand a word, listened attentively, her sparkling blue eyes examining the little girl's gestures and the way her own blue eyes sparkled as she spoke. It was an endearing sight and Vianna found it impossible to tear her gaze away from the little girl; at least, that is, until a note in the form of a bird landed neatly on her empty plate.

Vianna's eyebrows rose slightly with surprise at this, her blue eyes traveling over to the boy sitting across from her, all covered up in sleepy Greek children. She smiled at the sight, and the little girl on her lap, noticing that something else had caught her new friend's attention, turned around only to find a paper bird on the plate. At this, her eyes widened, completely fascinated by the sight of this, and she turned back to Vianna with large, questioning crystal blue eyes, as if asking, 'Is it safe to touch?'

Giggling, Vianna nodded her head and the little girl proceeded to lean over to the table, taking the paper bird into her small lightly tanned hand. She took a couple moments to examine it curiously before unfolding it, and her blonde eyebrows furrowed at the gibberish she saw. Not only was this a different language, but the letters used were completely different from those in the Greek alphabet. "Vee-awnne-na-nah?" she asked softly, pure confusion on her features as she handed Vianna the note. The older girl chuckled softly at this and took the note into her hand, reading it quietly to herself before chuckling once again, amusement on her smile. The young girl then proceeded to take her own wand, using it to conjure up a quill which she used to write back, 'But you're married, Mr. Montgomery! What would your wife say?' as if she wasn't the wife in this situation but rather a stranger Ferris was trying to hit on. With amusement on her features, Vianna handed the note back to the little girl who was watching all of this with fascination and who then proceeded to fold the paper bird back to its original shape as best she could before it flew away from her small hands and landed in front of Ferris a second later. The little girl grinned at this, completely fascinated by the animated piece of paper.