Kyle definitely felt like she had stepped into a different city altogether. She had only been to New Orleans a time or two in her life, and to be honest those times were fuzzy. Still, she felt like someone should be playing music on a street corner while another was offering to read her palm in a thick Cajun accent. Yes, Marie had definitely succeeded where atmosphere was concerned. As she knew she would.
A familiar voice brought her out of her study of the place, and Kyle smiled as she spotted Marie's head peeking out of the kitchen. She moved through the tables, as if the choice of where to sit was truly a difficult one. "This is me you're talking to, darling," she said with an impish grin. Marie would recognize the undertone that spoke not just of her voracious appetite for food. It was perhaps a nuisance to others, but Kyle never found her feedings to be an inconvenience.
"This place is beautiful," she called as she selected a table and pulled out a seat. Whether or not Marie could hear her wasn't too much of a concern. It was an observation she'd gladly make many more times.