Doing wonders for Christopher's spirits. Thérèse had to admit, that made her smile; she was glad to know she'd been cheering him up. That meant a lot to her. "Oh, do not apologise, it's quite alright. Lovely, you say? Well, I don't know how much I can agree with that, but it's very nice to hear nonetheless." With an amiable smile, she gestured to the chairs, sitting herself down and smoothing down her skirts. "Come, sit. If you've been wanting to meet me, we should talk." It was coming back to her now, actually. Christopher had mentioned his sister before, in passing, and it had slipped Thérèse's mind completely. Well, she knew now.
She watched as Olga took on a look somewhat like a deer in headlights, and she chuckled, gesturing to the girl. "And you. Come, sit, sit. It's alright."