"Something like that." From what he knew, it was more the French guys had up and disappeared and Piper and Garin had refused to just let the place die. But most of the French people in the city had mentioned it feeling very authentic so obviously the two of them knew what they were doing.
He nodded towards the crosswalk where the light had turned, but he continued the conversation as they crossed. "One aunt is a photographer for the local paper. The other works at the health food store. Which is kind of funny because she's the one who actually worked for the paper back home." Maybe Phoebe was afraid of turning more coworkers into pigs, who knew?
"I don't think there's an official equivalent. There's happy hour, which is usually an early time for dinner but it's usually drinks and lighter snacks." One day he'd talk Sigrun into a proper happy hour. One day. "I don't think there's a linner or anything, though."