She had already begun to set the cooking implements in the sink to let them soak, turning in time to witness the exchange between the older man and the one who had left, tail between his legs. She really wouldn't have minded giving up the last of the eggs a’ la caneel if he had been truly hungry, she would have made something for herself, but she knew Logan's words had been well intentioned, even if he did seem a little gruff and she could understand why someone would run. She hadn't even seen his mutation but would have been intimidated anyway if he hadn't had kind words for her and her cooking. "Je vous remercie, monsieur," she offered him a sweet smile as she slipped into her French, which a Parisian would argue wasn't true French thanks to the Caribbean and Creole undertones in her accent. "I am glad you enjoyed it."
She smiled again, nodding towards her own plate, "Yes, next time I shall have to make something easier to make big batches with." while her accent was strange but lovely in English she wondered after his. She had heard English spoken in many different ways, especially while she was in college but he sounded different than what she had heard before. To be fair, most she knew who had been native English speakers had been British, she only occasionally ran into American tourists but they had been cultured enough to speak French.
"Je suis Joëlle," she introduced herself, feeling it important to meet everyone she could in her new home. "I have only just arrived here last night, or rather early this morning."