Ichigo looked up with a jolt at the familiar voice to see Clarice sitting casually beside her, appearing out of nowhere. He wondered how long it had been since they first met - time moved so strangely in the Hotel, measuring it seemed almost futile.
"Um." He shrugged, feeling stupid. "I don't know - I don' read French." Just his luck, he grumbled to himself, he picked up a book not in Japanese.