"Merci," Fleur smiled at Louise warmly. She was used to the compliment, having heard it her whole life, and took it as a statement of fact rather than anything else at this point, especially from an alternative version of her child. "You are as well, though after meeting your brother I was expecting you to be taller." She reminded Fleur a bit more of Mini than Louis in that way, though she assumed that was to be expected, given the gender swap. She wondered, not for the first time, what she and Bill looked like in the alternative world. "When I come from, Victoire 'as just turned seven, so I am still 'aving to adjust for older children. Et more of them! And more of them," she corrected the slip quickly.
"It seems to be perfect, merci," she assured the younger girl, inhaling the chocolatey vapors deeply and smiling before gesturing her deeper into the room. "Sit, sit, and enjoy it with me. We 'ave much to talk about, no? You mentioned spreadsheets– what is it that you do?"