Kyle smiled easily at Needy. She was probably the only person here he could call his friend so far, "Hey back. Don't feel too bad, I wasn't expecting to come here. But I've been cranky and I thought maybe something familar would put me in a better mood."
He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassment creeping up his neck, staining his skin a slight pink, "I probably shouldn't say that being in a bar feels like home too loudly, should I? It doesn't reflect well on how Maman and Papa raised me," as was always the case, a trace of France drifted into his usual slow southern accent when he spoke his parents names. He could have entire conversations with his siblings in French and not lose his accent (and if you want to hear something funny hear French with a southern accent) but not his parents names. They were said as if he were still in his family's homeland.