Mon Dieu, he was so relieved to hear the sound of that giggle. At least now he could laugh out loud without feeling like a total jackass.
"Ain' seen anybody put up dat much'a faght wit' da gumbo in a long tahm, ma cher," he managed as he threw back the longneck for another drink. "But I' t'ink you jes' won."
He paused with the bottle raised halfway to his lips, then gestured to it with his free hand as he glanced over at her and batted his eyelashes in a show of horribly phony innocence. "Mebbe I oughta jes' spill da beeuh all ovah me- den we BOT' look lahk damn fools." Oooh, she'd definitely read that accent right.