Thérèse sat down beside him, rooting through the bag of marbles. "They are mostly French, yes... I haven't been shopping long enough to find new marbles. I should like some new ones. Pretty, English ones. Oh, but look at this..." She reached into the bag again and lifted out a large marble made of... well, marble. "This is a Roman marble. My brother is an antiques dealer and quite the history fiend, and would rather like to get his hands on it, I imagine. But it's mine, and he doesn't know I have it. It's meant to be played with, not hidden away in his dusty old shop." She chuckled and set it down beside her. "Oh, my brother. He's quite the strange one."