"Ah," she arches her eyebrows up. Although she had been living in America for quite a while, Emilia has always been very close to her French habits and the French way of thinking, so celebrities and the like have never been something that interested her much. Sure, she enjoyed going to the cinema and all of that, but their actual lives did no interest her. "That's nice."

What else was she supposed to say?

The shift on the laughter doesn't register. For Emilia to understand and catch subtle things on people, she has to have spent some time with them. Jules is a relatively new person in her life, so while she's catching on to the basic, superficial stuff, the little things are not something she is attentive to - she has never quite been much of a people's person anyway.

"Classic? I'm not from that far back - '93 is a perfectly modern age." No, it isn't, but hey, it is for someone who is from that year. She's taking the wine and sipping the rest of it, putting the glass back on the table but pushing it away from her. She's all set for now. Crossing her arms on the table, she leans her cheek on her them and sighs, closing her eyes. "I wouldn't mind reading Jane Austen for a change." A bit nostalgic.

Stupid place.