““It's pierogis . From Svichkar's. Probably cold. It seemed...Oh,crap. It was a really stupid thing to bring, wasn't it? My mother just has this thing about never arriving empty-handed." I tugged the bag out of his hands. "It's perfect. Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Bainbridge." " Je t'en prie , Mademoiselle Marino." Okay, so it's just the semiformal way to say "You're welcome" in French, but anyone who says Italian is the language of romance is probably Italian.””
