Roxanna's mouth fell slightly open. "Do you even hear yourself?" she asked, defaulting to French without thinking about it. She shook her head once, sharply. "But thank you for your honestly," she added, in English. "I wanted to know. Now I know."
She dug around in her purse for a moment, pulling out a crumpled piece of neon green paper. "The incoming music students are doing an exhibition in July, down at the school. You could come. If you wanted." She shrugged, looking at her fork.