Ronnie was noticing the small things he did. Not that she paid any more attention to him than others...she just paid attention in general. So she noticed the small smile at her quoting Marquis, and she ran a hand through her hair, feeling as though she had passed some sort of test.
A soft smile appeared on her face as he spoke in French. She liked the way his voice changed as he switched languages. "I've always wanted to learn French. My dad actually bought me a copy of Les Miserables in French a few years ago, but-" she shrugged. "It looks nice on my shelf, at least?" Ronnie brought her knees up her chest, her chin resting on them pensively.
"I guess that's the sucky part of not knowing another language. I never know what I'm missing in the original language."