"I don't even know where to look," Zidane admitted honestly enough, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he spoke. "Maybe they're in Treno, even." Zidane wasn't holding his breath, but he allowed himself to humor the possibility. Wouldn't it be nice if life always worked out so easily?

"Won't know 'till I give it a shot, right?" he went on to say, nodding in agreement with himself as silly as that might have looked. He then noticed her hand going to the little pouch he assumed to be some sort of purse and all at once his smile was twice as bright. It'd be rude to let a lady pay for her own dinner after he'd asked her out, after all, and more than that Zidane wasn't even sure what kind of currency she carried on her.

"So what do you like to eat?" he asked energetically, hopping down from the ledge they were on in the direction of the door before turning back to face her again. "And it'll be my treat, okay? I invited you out after all! Nope, not another word about it. I've made up my mind."