"I don' zink anyone 'as figured out zese dreams yet." Fleur said with a shrug, managing to keep herself from blushing. "And I am not sure, zat is why I wanted to dizcuss eet with you. You were zere, at any rate."
Fleur decided to jump in. "Zere was a older lady, sort of plump and very muzzerly, she was cooking an' listening to Celestina Warbeck." Fleur scrunched up her nose, she did not like Warbeck."