Chéri, who mostly didn’t know how to communicate or read the locals, glanced at the unknown lady and waved their hand “I’m sorry, madame, I don’t understand you.” While trying a new arrangement for the boxes, which consisted of one of them spiking out of the pile like a spear and a taller one barely balanced on an excessive bow.

A little frustrated, they let out a swear words in French, probably not counting on bumping into a French speaker just like that.