Ita smiled as he explained the meanings of what he'd said. She was slightly amused, too. It was no secret that the British and the French weren't always on the best of terms. Although, it was also no secret that the French didn't particularly like Americans either. "I've heard that they're a bit, um, rude to women. A bit grabby. The Italians, I mean." She didn't know if it was true - the friend who'd told her tended to exaggerate.
"Oh, don't fall back! I mean, do what you want, and what you love. If you enjoy languages so much, go with that. Personally, I think business is rather boring. That's why I've never thought of opening my own restaurant. I'd run it under very quickly. I'd need a partner for sure." She grinned. She wasn't putting herself down - it was all true. Grinning wider she continued, "Though, what you said about travel books makes me think about The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Giggling a bit, she mused over that thought.
Her keen senses had let her smell the pie for a while, but it had finally gotten to the point where she knew it was done and she got up. "Excuse me a moment." Taking the pie out of the oven, she set it on the stove to cool for a bit. "If you're done, I'll do the dishes while the pie cools." She emptied the sink of the water with which she had filled it, and refilled it with soapy water. She also returned the fire extinguisher to its rightful place.