Vince's dark eyebrows rose as Julia decided she'd just have whatever he was having. He was starting to freak out now; had some random girl stolen one of Julia's hairs and made a polyjuice potion to turn into his girlfriend? Because this Julia he was sitting beside of was completely different to the one he was used to. He wasn't complaining, though; it wasn't often he got through so many hours of the day without them bickering or her nagging him for something. And so, the young man turned to the waiter then and gave him both his and Julia's order, though he actually kind of didn't go along with her plan and ordered something different for her. It wasn't a salad, and it was still a pasta, but it wouldn't be necessarily the exact same one he would be ordering; it'd be something lighter and smaller her English roots wouldn't have difficulty appreciating.

"I think our entertainment's limited today, Professor," Vianna muttered quietly to the young man sitting beside her, her gaze lingering on Julince for a moment before distractedly roaming over the rest of the restaurant. She was, of course, referring to the way Vince and Julia were actually getting along and not bickering over small, silly things, which was usually the one thing everyone around them found entertainment in, as mean as that sounded.