"I've got regrets," Zidane admitted quietly, laughing softly to himself as he shrugged his shoulders. His heel was tapping against the floor and he briefly thought back to the adventures his young life had already seen. "But that's part of living, right? Like... Day's day because night's night. We know how to appreciate the good times because we've been through the bad. I wouldn't trade any of my memories for anything. I mean... I wish some things hadn't turned out the way they did, but if I had to do it all over, I'd do it the same. Y'know?"

The cheerful glow Zidane tried to float over to Fran at the end of his words was interrupted by their food being slammed down in front of them. It wasn't too shabby, actually. Some sort of lunch meat, lettuce and tomato that was within the range of edibility, and Fran's plate had an apple while Zidane's very plainly did not. (Still somewhat fresh, probably from Dali. ) They'd also been given water, which Zidane tasted and found to be not at all tepid. Seemed someone was trying to impress Fran. Oh, the things that made the world go 'round.

"Oh, man. I've been talking your ear off, huh? Well never mind me and eat up, yeah? You must be starving!" Grinning, Zidane raised his glass in Fran's direction though he didn't precisely touch his food just yet. Just in case there wasn't enough for Fran to eat, then he'd have something to offer to give her.