audette rousseau

How effortlessly Audette seemed to interchange between that French she so adored and that English that was required of her. Certain words, after all, had become a habit within her native tongue, others she simply failed to find herself capable of translating, particularly when the young woman was as thrilled and excited and nervous as she now found herself. She still tried, however, to correct herself and, in the process, teach Adrien just a touch of French. That look of confusion she was rewarded with, however, only served to prompt a feminine giggle upon his lips, his features nothing short of sheepish as explained his own thoughts on the topic and eagerly her head bobbed in understanding. "Ah, the dessert! I...suppose you are right, it is a food too." She admitted, admitting her own mistake, perhaps and yet...she had never realized how utterly confusing it was to explain those subtle nuances of French to someone outside of her country - how many things of that language were simply understood!

Fortunately, the pair hardly dwelled upon that misunderstanding for terribly long, Audette more than content to answer his queries of her species, though she had grown up with a relatively human lifestyle. Admittedly, the young woman had hardly paid much heed to the French that so sporadically filled her language her attention so firmly planted instead upon those delectable treats that she missed from her home country. It was, however, that peculiarity of her language that once again seemed to ensnare his attention, his inquisitiveness only prompting yet another giggle on his lips. "Non! pain au chocolat! It is ahh....a bread with chocolate inside?" Her hands tried to emulate the shape of the croissant she was so familiar with, the girl unsure if that word was too one he might not know, the English equivalent of it so lost to her. That talk of food, while entirely enjoyable, hardly persisted when his curiosity shifted to her homeland. How she missed those idyllic countrysides, the very talk of those rolling hills and infinite vineyards seemed to bring a hint of wistfulness to her voice.

She was oblivious to how her face seemed to reflect that homesick feeling that so assaulted her, though she was grateful to not dwell upon it for particularly long as Adrien distracted her with notions of skipping through fields and picking flowers. Audette could hardly help the grin that crossed her sweetheart lips, her shoulders rose in a vague shrug. "I have made a crown or two before." The young woman admitted, altogether aware of how utterly stereotypical of her it was! Her kind, after all, were thought of as harmless nature-loving spirits, though, in Audette's case, perhaps that was true. It was his insistence that Sacrosanct had its own sort of charm, however, the piqued her intrigue. She had been awarded a glimpse of it's darkened underbelly, how she might like to see the more enjoyable parts of the bustling town! Her head tilted to the side, the clove color of her irises surely giving away how captivated she was. "And do you intend to show me these charms, Monsieur Hunter?" She inquired, her brow rose with a hint of her own distinct playfulness.

An answer to that query, however, was one that would have to wait as, suddenly, the waitress appeared at their side with a tray filled to the brim with small bites of colorful foods. A vast array was set out before her, the young woman in awe of the dishes with scarcely an idea of where to start! She started with the dish closest to her, it's true contents hidden under a layer of sauce that left her querying what it was to begin with, even as her fork poked through the flakey bits of potato. His explanation left her more than eager to try it as she popped the first bite into her mouth, that sound of satisfaction so quickly leaving her lips. She was certainly nothing short of adventurous within her food preferences, the ballerina near purposefully making her way around the table with a determination to try just a taste of everything. His explanations were certainly well appreciated and though the young woman was quickly finding herself on the edge of fullness...there was still one dish that both of them were inquisitive on - that cuttlefish. For a skeptical moment she eyed the dish before, tentatively, Audette picked up her own bite. The clove color of her irises only seemed to inspect it further upon her fork before her gaze shifted upwards towards the man across from her as he admitted that even he had never tried this one. It was that comment of her fearlessness that prompted an almost faux unimpressed look to her fair features (think Justin). "Oui, very funny, Monsieur Hunter." Audette commented and yet, the girl hardly hesitated to slip the fish behind her pink lips. For a single breathless moment, Audette simply sampled those flavors before, abruptly, her nose wrinkled. Immediately she reached for her glass, her head shaking in the process. "Ah, non, Adrien, it is...do not eat it. It is very bad." She admitted with a laugh, even as she swallowed what Audette was sure was the worst dish of the entire night.