The curious look, at least, was something she as a former teacher could appreciate.

“Good appetite.”

She wasn’t sure if that was the direct translation, but it was close enough to her.

Again, he repeated the cold sound but … was not cold? Something on bread … ice-ing? Icing?

“Icing?” she guessed aloud.

She supposed that was one way to make a cake. She tilted her head at the further vocabulary, but went to check if the ice box had (luckily for Chéri!) any butter … for icing. She was in luck, and took it out … then passed Chéri by with it in hand to head for the cabinet with sugar in it.