nos ancêtres nous voient

“Maybe we could look for more foreign movies while we’re on tour. It’ll probably be easier than finding more while we’re in Korea.”

“let’s get at least one new movie in every city. i’ll make enzo buy them for us.”

“Berlin. I don’t know why, but I always forget that you and Enzo are from Canada and not France.”

“i mean, neither of us speak english very well. that could be why.”

“oh, please. who gives you looks?”

“well, mostly you guys.”

charlie blushed and rolled her eyes. “you really have no shame, do you?”

“your place or mine, brat?”

“we’re both sharing a hotel room with three other people, bête”

“well, she knows what she’s doing.”

“i...well...that’s certainly not an exaggeration, i guess.”

“goody. you’re the best.”

“that’s all it takes to be the best, huh?”

“i’m just about to make your night, girl.”

“right. we’ll see about that.”

“I don’t really see the big deal, either, but then again it seems like we’re in the same boat with the ‘back home’ thing.”

“where is back home to you?”

“This time you won’t scar her, will you?” she asked jokingly. “Promise?”

“promise. je promête. never again,” she giggled.

“was it good?”

“very. i was impressed.”

“no, i’m good. i promise. let me prove it. and if i’m wrong, i’ll do whatever you want.”

“fine. let’s see what you got.”

“god, not you too?”

“yep. me too.”

“charlie, that’s lying.”

“no, it’s just shirking responsibility!”