Daphne latched onto that one little word like a shark would latch onto the smell of blood in the water. She knew that tone. Daphne had used that tone before. Daphne loved hearing that tone. And coming from Bridget? In response to something Daphne had said? Better than... well, not Christmas. But Halloween. Better than Halloween.
Daphne moved her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "A Russian is someone from Russia," Daphne explained, as if Bridget were a simpleton. "Very big country in Eastern Europe and part of Asia. Do you need me to find a map so I can show you?"