Perrine nodded with a wide grin and started towards her cottage home. "Follow me," she said, then added, realizing just how dark it was outside, "although it's definote- definint- definitely harder to look at night, with a lantern, 'specially 'cause the tide can creep up on you if you aren't payin' attention." She stumbled on a loose cobblestone and grabbed Anthony's arm for support, shouting much louder than she meant to, "MERDE!" She started giggling, probably sure the curse translated through her tone, volume, and reason for it, and started chanting, "Merde, merde, merde, merde!" as she let go of Anthony's arm and spun in a little circle, laughing and chanting in turn. After a solid minute, she stopped and paused for breath before mentioning with a wink, "Merde is French for 'fuck', if you didn't guess."