"How can I Google them when I don't even know how to spell them?" Faith pretended to pout. "The French are respectable?" She grinned and shook her head. "You ever heard the joke about how many Frenchmen it takes to defend Paris?"
Still, she wished they could keep bantering about sushi or France's lousy record with wars or something equally meaningless to any couple sitting in a pizza place in Los Angeles. Not Ruby. But avoiding the topic hadn't exactly been working well for them so far. "Maybe she's got a motive," she commented, her tone non committal. "I figure that's up to angel boy to worry about. What with his all seeing stuff and all." Castiel wanted to stay with her, that made her his responsibility. Or it did the way Faith saw it.
"Some filtered conversations on the boards," she breathed in somewhat sharply, trying to keep her voice steady as she stared at the crumpled napkin. She wanted to stay calm, not become hurt or accusing. "How come?"