Mélanie giggled a bit at being called European, it wasn’t something that she heard rarely, but she still found it funny for some reason. “No, not European, Canadienne. Québecois to be specific.” Mélanie then realized that her laughter might come across as pompous or rude in some way, so she backpedaled a bit. “It’s okay though, everyone always thinks I’m from France down here, but anyone from France can tell that I’m not from there.”

Henri’s accent confirmed Mélanie’s suspicions of his European descent, definitely of some nordic country, though she wasn’t sure of the exact one, she was sure it would come about as the summer continued. She smiled warmly at him when his accent became more apparent, knowing how hard it can be sometimes when around fairly anglicised people.

Mélanie smiled to Paul as he spoke about needing to be rescued. “Hey, everybody needs their own Jeanne d’Arc every once in a while.” She said with a grin.

As they were about to leave another girl arrived to greet the group. Thank god for some estrogen to break through the masculinity on display. She was obviously a local, because why else would she be trying to help them find something. Mélanie spoke up. “Hi, I don’t think we’re lost specifically, but if you know where the, um… Cottage, that Victoria Rohde is staying at we’d appreciate the help getting there, I think.”