Francis looked a little intimidated by the fancy food but then smiled as he ate, picking whichever silverware he liked. The words had him looking at Chéri. He didn't need more of an example before gesturing to himself.

"Scotland! Francis... Scotland! Hebrides, Scotland." Was Scotland a word she knew? It didn't matter, he couldn't begin to guess what it was in French if it wasn't. He gestured to them. "Chéri... France? Paris France?" It was the only city he knew.