[ Buffy pushes to her feet as the boat docks, starting out after Rafael, but stopping with a sudden cognizance to turn back and reiterate to the gondolier: ] Grazie.
[ The word is harsher out of her mouth, all stilted rough edges, but at least she's trying. She turns back to raise her eyebrows pointedly at Rafael, then catches up to slip her hand into his and take her place at his side. ]
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[ The word is harsher out of her mouth, all stilted rough edges, but at least she's trying. She turns back to raise her eyebrows pointedly at Rafael, then catches up to slip her hand into his and take her place at his side. ]