Bitchyssoise. Francœur's eyes widened at that and he chirped something, perhaps in a fruitless effort to correct him. After the waitress left, he smiled at Axl and chirped something that could have been some form of thanks.

While he waited for the food, he buried his face in the bouquet and just deeply breathed in the scent. When was the last time he smelled roses? It must have been back in the cabaret.