"I feel ridiculous."
"We're in the city of love, Jason! On a romantic vacation no less. You have to know at least the basics of the language. It's derived from Latin, so it'll probably be a breeze for you." Piper motioned her arm to the bustling street next to the small café they were sitting at, "You can't expect me to translate everything for you."
"Well learning an entirely new language is little bit more difficult for those of us who haven't been magically gifted by their mothers to speak it fluently." Piper blushed and twirled her hair sheepishly, a nervous habit she has picked up from some of the other Aphrodite girls. Jason smiled at her in a way that Piper knew meant he was just teasing, then returned back to staring intently at his menu, a puzzled look on his face. "Besides, plenty of people here speak English, so what's the point of knowing it just for the short trip?"
Piper smirked, "Well being able to read your menu, for one." This time, it was Jason's turn to go red. She leaned over, breathing in the scent of his distinct cologne before scanning her eyes over the page. "Alright, now for the fourth time, shush and let me show you how to order your breakfast au français."
He didn't attempt to protest, just smiled and leaned his head onto her shoulder as she began her instruction.