Chéri took a small sipped and smiled with a vicious twinkle in his eyes, then looked away, taking a long, deep breath. “Don’t be.” He concluded, faking a grand show of nostalgia and then turning to the other side, as if savouring some old memories. Then laughed so hard he almost fell of the chair, saving the wine barely.

Chéri scratched his head “English is more important” otherwise he would have trouble understanding when his customers asked him to… oh, but she wasn’t going to teach him that. But he should at least learn how to say things like please follow me to the right and stop, you crusty toenail. He wondered if he could make a list of important things to learn.