If only Chéri spoke more English and looked more trustworthy, they might have head some interesting points to make about sleeping with people of the same gender and sin, hiding things and dealing with poverty in the family as a sex worker.

This might have helped Loretta reflect on a few interesting points and maybe encouraged some shared consciousness among them, sparking new ideas.

Instead, they said “butter”.

And apparently the word for “as well” was too much. Chéri accepted their language skills were sad and moved on. “Bon appetit.” They responded, curious about the translation, but having no idea how to say it.

Chéri shook their head “Beurre.” And made the gesture of smearing it on the slice. “Avec confiture?” Now, that was too much to ask, but maybe Ruby knew about butter and jam. It felt a little farfetched, but this was a brothel, they could hope for some luxury after all!