Thérèse was still a little lost in her own world, picking up the blue marble again. She was about to send it back down the makeshift run when she heard a voice, and she gasped, starting.
She turned her head, seeing Demetri, and she sat up quickly, smoothing her skirts and chuckling quietly. "Forgive me, I wasn't aware anyone was around... yes, this is what the French do in their afternoons! We play marbles and hum to ourselves." She stood up and picked up her bag of marbles, showing them to Demetri. "I've got quite the collection, look."