#a friendship built on getting drunk together and terrible break ups with crownguards....

[noxianwilled]

"The worst part about people learning that you're French, though, is that suddenly it's all 'oh, hon hon baguette,' or 'est-ce que je peux aller aux toilettes,' you know? Like, congrats on being on the internet or learning French in school, you know?” He lifts his drink, as if toasting all the people, past and future, who have flexed their minimal French knowledge in front of him. “And I still can’t cook. Like, shouldn’t that be in my blood or something?”

— @essence-flux-primed

Katarina groans in agreement before taking a sip from her glass, the experience all too relatable. "It's always oh là là, omelette du fromage, voulez-vous coucher avec moi, I think I'm hilarious faking a French accent," The mockery is followed by an eye roll, even the thought of the tired joke mildly annoying. She shakes her head lightly, throwing him an understanding glance. "Which is really just the other side of the equally annoying say something in French for me when they definitely are not close enough to be asking for anything."

It is the next part, however, that elicits her laughter. "If it's any consolation I can barely do the basics," There was never any need to learn, nor any particular interest in the activity to make it a hobby — nor did her routine left time to indulge in those, for a long time. "Didn't get the fantastique chef French genes either. But enjoying the food is always better than preparing it, anyway, and if we're talking stereotypes, it could be a bigger loss — you could lack the fashion sense instead."