Chéri repeated the word in French, nodding with their head. They looked at Francis with a meaningful look. Was that really what he wanted to learn? Were things like “Cocksucker” or “Fuck you” not more urgent terms to include in one’s vocabulary?

Chéri was just trying to pamper them both. Chéri hadn’t been a “proper” stray in a really long time, but they still very much felt constantly on the brink of precipice, so they had learnt to take the very best out of anything they were given in life. And if they could have a fancy lunch with a new friend, they were going to.