Francis repeated the word a few times, trying to say it accurately but then stared at Cheri. He had a feeling they wanted him to say or do something. He had no clue. Finally he gestured for Cheri to say a word so he could say the english one for. If he knew what Cheri was saying.

When the table was set, Francis wanted to correct Cheri that there were too many forks and spoons, but he had seen fancy people eat at a distance. This seemed to make sense. He set out their simple food he'd managed to scavenge and gave a grin as he pulled out a chair for Cheri like a real gentleman.