Post by Saffron on Aug 8, 2010 14:30:45 GMT -5
Saffron and her aunt were working together in the flower shop. Rhya was visiting to see how the shop was going and making sure her niece was having a good time with the books and such. Rhya looked at the books and realized every thing was written in French...and all in Saffron's hand writing.
"Ma fille cherie, why are the books in French?" she asked.
Saffron turned from the flowers and went over to what her aunt was looking at. "Excusez-moi, ma tante. I didn't realize I did that."
Rhya shook her head. "How much time have you spent with Grand-mere?" she asked.
"Dinner once a week," she said.
"Ahh, no wonder." Rhya said. "Brush me up on my french, ma cherie?"
Saffron smiled, and they held the rest of their conversation in French. Saffron was telling Rhya about Harper, when a customer walked in. They said, "Veux-tu m'épouser?"
Both Rhya and Saffron said, "Excusez-moi?!"
"Veux...tu....Um, Parlez-vous anglais?"
They nodded. "Yes, We speak english," Rhya said. "But you don't speak French by the sound of it. Unless you are asking my neice for her hand."
The customer blushed. "No, sorry." he said. "My friend told me that was what kind of flowers do you have..."
Saffron smiled gently. "No, that is an entirely different phrase, but what are you looking for?"
"Baby's breath," he said.
Saffron went to get some, "Any thing else?" she asked.
He shook his head, paid and left.
Saffron looked at her aunt, "He must have a cruel friend."
Rhya nodded. "I agree."
"Ma fille cherie, why are the books in French?" she asked.
Saffron turned from the flowers and went over to what her aunt was looking at. "Excusez-moi, ma tante. I didn't realize I did that."
Rhya shook her head. "How much time have you spent with Grand-mere?" she asked.
"Dinner once a week," she said.
"Ahh, no wonder." Rhya said. "Brush me up on my french, ma cherie?"
Saffron smiled, and they held the rest of their conversation in French. Saffron was telling Rhya about Harper, when a customer walked in. They said, "Veux-tu m'épouser?"
Both Rhya and Saffron said, "Excusez-moi?!"
"Veux...tu....Um, Parlez-vous anglais?"
They nodded. "Yes, We speak english," Rhya said. "But you don't speak French by the sound of it. Unless you are asking my neice for her hand."
The customer blushed. "No, sorry." he said. "My friend told me that was what kind of flowers do you have..."
Saffron smiled gently. "No, that is an entirely different phrase, but what are you looking for?"
"Baby's breath," he said.
Saffron went to get some, "Any thing else?" she asked.
He shook his head, paid and left.
Saffron looked at her aunt, "He must have a cruel friend."
Rhya nodded. "I agree."
