She grinned. "I remember the most ridiculous things sometimes."
"I know exactly what you mean," Lucy commiserated, inching her chair a bit closer so they could talk comfortably without being overheard. "My French is horrible and I don't know a bit of German." She offered him a cigarette before continuing; it was just so lovely to be speaking English to an English person that she could hardly contain every thought from bursting out of her mouth.
"Where in England are you from, if you don't mind my asking?" Perhaps it was because she was so used to asking questions, but some people called her nosy. Hopefully Nicholas didn't think so.