Chéri blinked twice, but smiled. They had no idea why they had touch Ruby, but they weren’t bothered. She was making an effort to chat with them for no discernible reason, she wasn’t disturbed by them in any shape, at least not evidently and they were laughing. Plus, she was also a sex woke. This, in Chéri’s book, already put her in the “friends” category, even if they didn’t understand all she was saying.

“We are all Whitby.” It was one of the first full sentences they had learnt in English. The others could not be repeated in public.

She started answering. Chéri understood what “mysterious” meant, they understood “whore” and they understood that she very conveniently didn’t want to answer specifically. Didn’t seem to be about them or against them, so Chéri just chuckled. “Dramatique” they repeated. “Chéri dramtique too.” They might not have understood fully, but point was that they shared the feeling, to some degree. Chéri smiled.

They did not understand the question right away, but when she asked about food, they clapped their hands and nodded… which could probably be translated to a “no.” Chéri looked around. Where was the food? Their eyes shone at the prospect.