It had been some time since Chéri and Francis had had breakfast together. Chéri had never gone back to the church, but they had occasionally met Francis in the street and exchanged a few words.

With two months of English under their belt, they felt a little bit more comfortable when it came to strike a dialogue, so when they saw him at the beach, during one of their few really free afternoons, Chéri waved a hand towards Francis.

They were sitting in an old suit they used to make themselves more invisible when wandering around Whitby, their big, bare feet deep in the sand and their messy hair in the wind. In front of them, there was a small packet of hazelnuts that they were nibbling while observing the waves.

Francis had been wandering the beach, bored but enjoying the summer breeze. When he saw a wave, he briefly thought someone was mistaken until he recognized Chéri. He smiled and waved back before he approached. As he got closer, he paused noticing the nuts. He wanted to ask for some, but couldn't do that to Chéri. They didn't have a much easier time than he did.

"Hello! Ah.. how..are you?" He asked, not realizing how much better they'd gotten at the language.

Oh, there was Francis. It was nice to see him there again, in their favourite place in town. Chéri waved and smiled, limiting themselves to no words for now.

“Hello! I am fine,” that was all they knew how to say. “how are you?” they spoke with a thick accent that erased any trace of H.

Francis rose his brow in surprise. "Heyyy you are learning English! That's great!" He then wondered if what he said was too much. He pointed to his mouth and spoke very exaggerated as he nodded. "Good at talking ....,"