Faith let her gelato sit on her tongue for a second, before swallowing it and turning to Angel, as they walked down a busy street in Rome.
"I don't think I could ever go back to American gelato," Faith commented, spooning a little more into her mouth, then swallowing.
"Or... or... American Italian food."
Angel laughed.
"I'm sure you'll survive."
Faith grinned and tossed the finished cup into a nearby bin.
"Might not."
Angel jumped slightly as his phone started ringing.
"Ah!" he said in shock.
He pulled it out of his pocket and studied the screen for a moment.
"Hello?"
"Technology scares him," Faith said, rolling her eyes.
"A what? What? Harmony, I can't... oh. Oh. We do? Oh... ok. Yeah."
He hung up and looked at Faith.
"Wolfram and Hart?" she asked.
"There's a branch here. And... they're having a masquerade?" Angel said, sounding more confused than he looked.
"And we're going?" Faith pressed, raising her eyebrows.
"I have to, but you don't - "
"Hey, I'll get to wear a costume, right? I'm there!"