Oh! This cute fellow was looking for instruction from her! Adorable! She touched a hand to her heart, smiling.

“Yes!” she nodded. “Oui. All,” she winged her arms out wide. “You.” She pointed to him with her right hand. “Me.” She brought that finger in to point at herself. “Whitby. We are all Whitby.”

It sounded very, very deep to her, and got her out of answering a damned thing.

Beaming, Ruby basked in her opportunity to delve into her life philosophies whether or not Chéri was actually looking for those.

“Because, mon Chéri,” she cheerily answered, “a woman must be mysterious!” she hid her eyes behind her hand. “Or,” she shrugged with a mischievous smile, “I am a dramatic whore. The possibilities … uh, the things, it could be, are endless!”

She hefted herself on an arm to sit fully up, legs rather unladylike-wide in her tiny dress and hands clutched between her calves.

“Have you eaten?”

She brought her hand to gesture beside her mouth then point at Chéri in emphasis, and added a vague fork motion as an afterthought.