"And the gateau, if you want." Sabine smiled at him, true pleasure in her eyes and her tone. "Actually, anything I can cook that you want to learn. I like sharing the kitchen, and it will help me miss Em, ma cousine, less." Moreso if they spoke sometimes in French, but she wouldn't impose.

"Then you can sell beignets to Maggie." She winked conspiratorially, and urged him to eat with gestures. "And I can come and read in Café de l'Univers."