[Evil Tink]

Melody took the silverware from Roslin, cutting a small piece of waffle. She took a cautious bite, aware that it could still be fairly hot. After a few moments to taste the piece, she was beaming, "Ces sont étonnants! Beaucoup mieux que celui que j'avais!(These are amazing! Much better than the one I had!)" She quickly devoured the waffles, often commenting on how wonderful they were. She lifted the glass of milk to her lips, quickly downing the white liquid. She smiled, looking back to Roslin once she whipped her face off on a napkin. "Umm...comment savez-vous,..er...Holden, il a été? Je peux dire par son accent, il n'est pas de la France...(Umm...how do you know..er..Holden, was it? I can tell by his accent he's not from France.)"