Chéri learnt about the quantity of literary salons in town and simply acknowledge that with a nod. He would have been as polite as one normally is, had it not been for a giant white fur ball wandering next to him. Chéri shrieked and smiled, bending towards the cat without actually touching it, talking to them in Basque as he always did. “What a beauty!” Chéri exclaimed, clapping like a child. Someone like pets.

Chéri nodded at the first part and laughed at the second “Oh, I do. Don’t worry, I do.” To the extent said face had gotten beaten for it, but he wasn’t going to add *that*. Chéri added a “wow!” in seeing the bottle of wine. He hadn’t drank decent wine since leaving France “We are going to party, aren’t we?” He seemed excited. “Does the wine pair with the book, like food?”