Fleur kept her face absolutely stoic. "Or you could milk it and I could make the cheese," she said, pursing her lips. "After all, I am French, and you English know nothing about such things."
At his next comment she picked up her hoe again and began to dig.
"I know lots of swear words, mon chere. Just most of them are in French, so you have no idea what it is that I am saying. Of course, I know other ones in English too. But I think my favorite one is Fuck. Such a useful term, is it not? Both a slur, a verb, and an exclamation when you do certain things to me. And you think I know nothing about the English language." Her own smile was equally as wicked. It was a nice distraction, and they were just married, after all.