Eliza smiled widely at the sight of Enma looking so happy. It was a rare for her to see her blonde half's mood not beaten into the ground from all the work that Loyola was subjected to as a guildmistress of the Core. All work and no play make Enma a dull blonde, as they say. The auburn girl personally wanted to visit a destination such as Curacao or perhaps LA but figured such a place won't not be up to Enma's taste as she never seemed to like most foreign planets that Eliza tried to drag her to anyways. Deciding to take a more diplomatic approach instead the young girl said "Gallia sounds great! It's pretty exotic and I haven't been there beyond it's border worlds!" Eliza's cheer got interrupted by a momentary pout as she remembered that not too long ago she used to shoot Gallic ships, "Do you think our status as Core would be enough to keep us out of getting in trouble with the Gauls though, En?" Hopefully Enma had a plan for that little detail as well.
