"Ah, la Cossa de Nadal," said Mireille, smiling again and nodding. "We have just gotten extra chestnuts in for that very purpose. With flour and sugar and all of those things being scarce, of course..." She trailed off, not wanting to open a can of worms about the war shortages with this man who, despite Stephane's insistence, was very definitely a German soldier.
"But we will still have it, right, Mamà ?" asked Stephane worriedly.
She smiled down at the boy and ruffled his hair. "Yes, Stephane, don't worry."