( please understand he's never met a fr*nch woman before... the cultural differences are shocking, to say the least. perhaps the casual intimacy should be more expected here regardless of their origin, especially given that lesley herself is no longer a stranger to these parts; still, if he thinks back to the last person so willing to take a new acquaintance by the paw, that suddenly becomes a memory from long ago. maybe his surprise isn't that unwarranted. ultimately, though there's some hesitation behind it, he's happy to squeeze her hand in return. )
How are you with spice? ( the first question he has to ask any white person. ) I don't know what's typical for...
( ... ? )
Your nation.
( nailed it yet again. with his free paw, he picks up a basket on their way in. at some point, he'll likely have to let go, but— they can browse a little, first. )
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How are you with spice? ( the first question he has to ask any white person. ) I don't know what's typical for...
( ... ? )
Your nation.
( nailed it yet again. with his free paw, he picks up a basket on their way in. at some point, he'll likely have to let go, but— they can browse a little, first. )