Post by Christiana LeFay on Apr 17, 2010 12:16:52 GMT -5
Name: Christiana Anastasie LeFay
Age: 15
Species: Demigod
Gender: Female
Child of: Poseidon
NPCs: Currently None
Appearance:
Christiana is a force to be reckoned with at exactly four feet, ten inches high and all of ninety pounds. She has long red hair cascading down her back, which she usually prefers to leave loose around her shoulders. Her eyes are a beautiful, clear, blue-green color she’s very fond of, despite the fact that one of them is useless. Unlike most redheads, she doesn’t have any freckles scattered across her alabaster skin. Her nose is long, straight, and perfectly shaped. She doesn’t have a button nose, nor is it wide and flat. She doesn’t care too much about the shape of it, but she knows most girls, especially Aphrodite’s daughters, would kill to have a nose like hers. Christiana also has full lips and straight, white teeth.
She can usually be found wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, and a t-shirt. She often wears her Camp Half-Blood shirt simply because the orange color of it clashes so magnificently with her hair. When Christiana isn’t wearing her orange shirt, she can usually be found wearing the camp shirt she dyed purple the last time she was home in Manhattan. Her favorite footwear is a pair of beat up blue and grey Sketchers, and she is never without her charm bracelet. Where some demigods wear jewelry for protection, Christiana wears hers for sentimental reasons.
Upon first meeting, her appearance tends to scare most logical people. An encounter with a particularly vicious ten-year-old empousa left her partially blind with a mutilated eye and several nasty scars down the right side of her face. Christiana refused to replace her eye with a glass one in spite of the fact that the appearance of her real one caused most people to either avoid her or stare at it in disgust. Her mother also wanted to surgically repair her face, but Christiana stubbornly refused that as well.
Personality: Christiana is the happy-go-lucky, optimistic, glass-half-full kind of person. She always finds something to smile about, no matter how bad things get. She is the girl that is brighter than the sun on the nicest of days, and is out dancing during a thunderstorm. Christiana tries her hardest to keep everybody as happy as she always is, but she knows when it’s time to back down and let somebody sulk for a while. Everybody has their days, and Christiana knows to leave most people alone on those days.
Christiana is also a fun-loving person. One of her favorite activities is sneaking up behind somebody, following them for a few meters, then speaking when they least expect it. Watching people jump three feet in the air provides her with a bit of a thrill. This talent also comes in useful when she decides to eavesdrop on somebody. She can follow behind a group, listen to their conversation, then disappear before anybody even realizes she was there in the first place.
In addition to being the bubbly, happy kid, Christiana loves adventure. She is always finding some new spot to explore whether it be at camp, or home in Manhattan. Being ADHD, she can’t sit still for long periods of time, so she can often be found in the deepest parts of the woods, looking for new monsters, dryads, and plants. The capture the flag games at camp are some of the biggest adventures for her, as they give her the opportunity to try new things. Christiana is constantly climbing trees, hiding in hollow trunks, or squeezing into cracks between rocks so she can attack from places the enemy least expects. The knowledge she has gleaned from exploring the woods also helps in hiding the flag. She has found a few spots nobody would ever think of.
On the rare occasions Christiana does sit still for more than three seconds, she actually enjoys reading. As long as the books are written in Ancient Greek. She always had a difficult time with reading in school because the words would jump off the page, play musical chairs around her head, then scream ‘read me!’ at her. Since discovering her dyslexia was all because her brain was hardwired for Greek, she has been searching for a way to translate all her books into that language. Most of the ones she has found in the camp’s library are already in the correct language, but she has been looking for ways to get her textbooks in Greek. Unfortunately, the language is dead to most people, and American textbooks are only written in one language—English.
History: A young baby girl was found just inside the hospital doors in Paris, France on February 26th, 1994. She was left with nothing but a charm bracelet bearing the inscription ‘Christiana Anastasie LeFay’. The nurses attempted to find a birth certificate with that name; however, they couldn’t find anything. No documents from any of the hospitals in the country had that name on them. With no official documents to go off of, and no way to find the parents of the girl, she was put up for adoption. About a month later, a thirty-year-old woman by the name of Eveline Delacroix adopted the girl, already loving her like her own daughter. Eveline swore to call the baby by the name on the charm bracelet, despite the fact that nobody was sure if that was her name or not.
So baby Christiana was taken back to a small Paris flat where she would grow up and live a normal life. Well, as normal as things can be for a demigod. The early years of her life went just the way they were supposed to. Christiana’s first birthday was celebrated on February 26th, 1995. Nobody could find her real birthday, so her adoptive mother decided to celebrate it on the day she was found in the hospital. Shortly after her first birthday, Christiana learned to walk. By the time she turned two, she was running around the apartment, hiding behind the sofa, crawling under the beds, and trying to be a little sneak. Her little hands would flick out and attempt to trip up her mother every time she walked past. Rarely did little Christiana succeed, but she still tried.
At the age of three, she was placed in nursery school in France. The little girl drove her instructors nuts with her boundless energy, so they were usually glad to be rid of her at the end of the day. The next year was just as happy, bright, and fun as the previous two years had been, but things started to get a bit more complicated when Christiana turned five. It was at that age she was first taught to read. The teachers thought she was just slow in learning, and they tried everything to make it easier. Christiana would have none of it, though. She found the work tedious and frustrating, and would start bouncing in her seat again no more than five minutes after being told to sit still. The teachers eventually gave up, unable to deal with her restlessness, and figuring she’d eventually learn how to read.
At this point, her mother could no longer deal with her running around the apartment, either. Christiana was taken to a specialist, and was diagnosed with ADHD. After learning this, she was taken to the park near her flat every day after school, so she could let out some of her energy. It was in that park that Christiana met her first monster. Her mother discovered the numerous, deep scratches across her back while giving her a bath that night. Frightened, she asked what Christiana had done, and the little girl replied with, “I met a puppy in the park!” Her mother was baffled as she had never seen Christiana playing with anything that day. From the marks in her flesh, though, the ‘puppy’ had obviously had a ball slapping the little girl around.
The next year was fairly normal for Christiana. She moved into primary school, and had new teachers attempt to teach her reading along with writing. She struggled greatly with both, but she eventually managed to get the basics. At the age of seven, when most children could write legibly, and read short stories, Christiana was still struggling to read more than a sentence at a time. In an attempt to figure out what was wrong, her mother brought her back to the specialist for a new diagnosis. This time, the doctor declared her to be dyslexic, and, as frustrating as it was, her mother had to accept it.
It was the next year, at age eight, that Christiana saw her next monster. She could only describe it as large, black, and scary, but it followed her bus to school every day. Nobody else could figure out what she was staring at out the window, but Christiana’s eyes followed it constantly, afraid of what it might do. Thankfully, after turning nine, things went back to normal again. Christiana was still struggling in school, but it eased her mind not having to watch out for monsters every day.
The summer she was ten, her mother announced that they were moving to America. Rather than screaming at the top of her lungs, and refusing to go, Christiana’s eyes lit up, and she prepared for the biggest adventure of her life. Everything looked new, fun, and exciting from her point of view, and she couldn’t wait to move. She had also realized by this point that the monster attacks had been three years apart. Christiana was hoping they would stop completely if they left France. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Christiana and her mother moved into a small apartment in Manhattan, and Christiana was enrolled in fifth grade at PS 316. That October, she was attacked by an empousa disguised as one of her classmates.
The encounter with the empousa sent Christiana directly to the hospital. The empousa had not forgotten anything in mutilating her face and scratching out her right eye. Christiana refused to talk about what had happened, and she also refused to have her eye replaced by a glass one. She knew her appearance would not sit well with most people, but she still refused to replace her eye. Her mother also suggested plastic surgery to repair the right side of her face, but Christiana stubbornly refused that as well. The wounds eventually healed, but, of course, her face never looked the same as it used to.
After that incident, Christiana’s mother placed her in a new school for her sixth grade year. Everything seemed to be going okay, but Christiana could never shake the feeling that somebody was watching her. She turned out to be right. At the end of the year, Christiana was the last one in the classroom, aside from her teacher. Before she knew what had happened, she was staring at a great, bat-like creature greatly resembling the woman that had just been standing behind the desk. Confused and unsure of what to do, she turned and ran out the door while Bat Teacher chased her down. Christiana was tackled right outside the school doors by a boy she had spoken to once in class. The boy quickly dragged her away, explaining satyrs, demigods, and Camp Half-Blood while he shoved her in a taxi cab and directed the driver down the road.
Eleven-year-old Christiana was worried about her mother, but the boy/satyr blew it off, and said something that greatly shocked Christiana. He told her she was adopted. Curious as to how he knew, Christiana asked, only to hear “what is your last name and what is hers?” In a way, it did make sense, but Christiana stubbornly refused to buy it. Upon her arrival at camp, though, she quickly forgot about her worries. There seemed to be so many more things for her to explore, and so many new ways to have an adventure. She didn’t think about her mother for a couple days, but when she did, she discovered her mother had already been alerted as to her whereabouts. Christiana did go home for a short period after that, and her mother confirmed that she was adopted. Home didn’t feel quite the same after that, though, and Christiana was itching to get back to camp.
For four years, she resided in the Hermes cabin, sharing the tight little space with the children of Hermes and her fellow unclaimed demigods. Others complained about the cramped quarters, but Christiana was fairly content with it most of the time. She loved people, loved the constant hustle and bustle, and loved being able to welcome all the new demigods to the cabin. Last January, some of the newer demigods had been getting on her nerves, so Christiana had escaped to the woods. She had returned to the cabin an hour later, and had been followed in by a man in shorts and a Hawaiian print shirt. The outfit had confused Christiana slightly as it was much better suited for a beach in Florida than for New York in the middle of winter.
The man's appearance had registered in her mind, however, when she noticed the trident he had been holding. Excited, she had looked around for the lucky child of Poseidon, only to discover it was her. Being claimed by Poseidon was more shocking to Christiana than discovering she was a demigod had been. Poseidon had told her about Percy, whose aquaintance she had already made, and said to ask him to explain. Poseidon had then presented her with a bracelet made of pure mother-of-pearl, shaped like a trident. It would turn into a trident whenever she took it off, and she could use it to channel the power of the ocean.
Since her claiming, Christiana has resided in the much less crowded Poseidon cabin with her half-brother Percy, and occasionally Tyson. It's nice to have a little more space, but the silence tends to bother her. She got used to the constant noise of the Hermes cabin, so Poseidon's cabin doesn't feel quite comfortable without it. Because of this, Christiana can often be found back in the Hermes cabin with Travis, Connor, the rest of the Hermes children, and the unclaimed demigods. After four years, that feels like home to her, and she doesn't want that to change.
RP Sample: Christiana eyed the tree next to her, tracing its curves up the trunk to the boughs and through the thick green leaves. The lowest branch was too high for her to reach, but if she jumped, she could probably grab onto it. Crouching down, she eyed her target again, lifted her hands up next to her head, and sprung, feeling the rough bark under her palms as she looped her arms around the tree. She smiled, happy to have caught it on the first try. Christiana swung back and forth a few times, working up a little momentum. Gaining what she needed, she threw her body in the air and wrapped her legs around the branch as well, hanging on like a sloth. Twisting around, she yanked herself up so she was sitting in the tree.
Still grinning, Christiana looked out at her cabin roof, and the grassy area between the cabins. She couldn’t see much else from her perch, but she could easily fix that. Pushing herself up, she stood on the branch, looking higher in the tree. Choosing her holds, she began to scramble up, wedging her feet between the boughs and trunk while she pulled herself higher. Christiana reached the highest branch that could hold her weight, and she straddled it, looking out over camp. From that high of a point, she could see everything. Well, almost everything. She couldn’t see the creek or the beach, but she could see the volleyball courts, the forges, the mess hall, the climbing wall, the arena, and the strawberries on the edge of camp. She could also see the remaining campers milling around their preferred areas. Christiana noticed a familiar figure walking alone, and she honed in on him.
Christiana had been the first person to welcome him to camp. Not three seconds after he had crossed the border, his father had come down on a cloud in all his glory to claim him. That had been the quickest and most astonishing claiming Christiana had ever witnessed. Smiling at the memory, she suddenly decided to go talk to the boy. Swinging down from her branch, she began to make her way back to the ground. She slipped a few times, nearly falling farther than was good for even a demigod, but that didn’t hinder her at all. She just kept swinging down, down, down. Finally, Christiana reached the last branch, and she stood there for a moment, waiting for the boy to pass by. He reached the tree, and Christiana leapt down, landing nimbly right in front of him. “Misael Campos!” she said cheerily, her voiced loaded with her accent. “Ça va?”
Codeword: Ambrosia
Age: 15
Species: Demigod
Gender: Female
Child of: Poseidon
NPCs: Currently None
Appearance:
Christiana is a force to be reckoned with at exactly four feet, ten inches high and all of ninety pounds. She has long red hair cascading down her back, which she usually prefers to leave loose around her shoulders. Her eyes are a beautiful, clear, blue-green color she’s very fond of, despite the fact that one of them is useless. Unlike most redheads, she doesn’t have any freckles scattered across her alabaster skin. Her nose is long, straight, and perfectly shaped. She doesn’t have a button nose, nor is it wide and flat. She doesn’t care too much about the shape of it, but she knows most girls, especially Aphrodite’s daughters, would kill to have a nose like hers. Christiana also has full lips and straight, white teeth.
She can usually be found wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, and a t-shirt. She often wears her Camp Half-Blood shirt simply because the orange color of it clashes so magnificently with her hair. When Christiana isn’t wearing her orange shirt, she can usually be found wearing the camp shirt she dyed purple the last time she was home in Manhattan. Her favorite footwear is a pair of beat up blue and grey Sketchers, and she is never without her charm bracelet. Where some demigods wear jewelry for protection, Christiana wears hers for sentimental reasons.
Upon first meeting, her appearance tends to scare most logical people. An encounter with a particularly vicious ten-year-old empousa left her partially blind with a mutilated eye and several nasty scars down the right side of her face. Christiana refused to replace her eye with a glass one in spite of the fact that the appearance of her real one caused most people to either avoid her or stare at it in disgust. Her mother also wanted to surgically repair her face, but Christiana stubbornly refused that as well.
Personality: Christiana is the happy-go-lucky, optimistic, glass-half-full kind of person. She always finds something to smile about, no matter how bad things get. She is the girl that is brighter than the sun on the nicest of days, and is out dancing during a thunderstorm. Christiana tries her hardest to keep everybody as happy as she always is, but she knows when it’s time to back down and let somebody sulk for a while. Everybody has their days, and Christiana knows to leave most people alone on those days.
Christiana is also a fun-loving person. One of her favorite activities is sneaking up behind somebody, following them for a few meters, then speaking when they least expect it. Watching people jump three feet in the air provides her with a bit of a thrill. This talent also comes in useful when she decides to eavesdrop on somebody. She can follow behind a group, listen to their conversation, then disappear before anybody even realizes she was there in the first place.
In addition to being the bubbly, happy kid, Christiana loves adventure. She is always finding some new spot to explore whether it be at camp, or home in Manhattan. Being ADHD, she can’t sit still for long periods of time, so she can often be found in the deepest parts of the woods, looking for new monsters, dryads, and plants. The capture the flag games at camp are some of the biggest adventures for her, as they give her the opportunity to try new things. Christiana is constantly climbing trees, hiding in hollow trunks, or squeezing into cracks between rocks so she can attack from places the enemy least expects. The knowledge she has gleaned from exploring the woods also helps in hiding the flag. She has found a few spots nobody would ever think of.
On the rare occasions Christiana does sit still for more than three seconds, she actually enjoys reading. As long as the books are written in Ancient Greek. She always had a difficult time with reading in school because the words would jump off the page, play musical chairs around her head, then scream ‘read me!’ at her. Since discovering her dyslexia was all because her brain was hardwired for Greek, she has been searching for a way to translate all her books into that language. Most of the ones she has found in the camp’s library are already in the correct language, but she has been looking for ways to get her textbooks in Greek. Unfortunately, the language is dead to most people, and American textbooks are only written in one language—English.
History: A young baby girl was found just inside the hospital doors in Paris, France on February 26th, 1994. She was left with nothing but a charm bracelet bearing the inscription ‘Christiana Anastasie LeFay’. The nurses attempted to find a birth certificate with that name; however, they couldn’t find anything. No documents from any of the hospitals in the country had that name on them. With no official documents to go off of, and no way to find the parents of the girl, she was put up for adoption. About a month later, a thirty-year-old woman by the name of Eveline Delacroix adopted the girl, already loving her like her own daughter. Eveline swore to call the baby by the name on the charm bracelet, despite the fact that nobody was sure if that was her name or not.
So baby Christiana was taken back to a small Paris flat where she would grow up and live a normal life. Well, as normal as things can be for a demigod. The early years of her life went just the way they were supposed to. Christiana’s first birthday was celebrated on February 26th, 1995. Nobody could find her real birthday, so her adoptive mother decided to celebrate it on the day she was found in the hospital. Shortly after her first birthday, Christiana learned to walk. By the time she turned two, she was running around the apartment, hiding behind the sofa, crawling under the beds, and trying to be a little sneak. Her little hands would flick out and attempt to trip up her mother every time she walked past. Rarely did little Christiana succeed, but she still tried.
At the age of three, she was placed in nursery school in France. The little girl drove her instructors nuts with her boundless energy, so they were usually glad to be rid of her at the end of the day. The next year was just as happy, bright, and fun as the previous two years had been, but things started to get a bit more complicated when Christiana turned five. It was at that age she was first taught to read. The teachers thought she was just slow in learning, and they tried everything to make it easier. Christiana would have none of it, though. She found the work tedious and frustrating, and would start bouncing in her seat again no more than five minutes after being told to sit still. The teachers eventually gave up, unable to deal with her restlessness, and figuring she’d eventually learn how to read.
At this point, her mother could no longer deal with her running around the apartment, either. Christiana was taken to a specialist, and was diagnosed with ADHD. After learning this, she was taken to the park near her flat every day after school, so she could let out some of her energy. It was in that park that Christiana met her first monster. Her mother discovered the numerous, deep scratches across her back while giving her a bath that night. Frightened, she asked what Christiana had done, and the little girl replied with, “I met a puppy in the park!” Her mother was baffled as she had never seen Christiana playing with anything that day. From the marks in her flesh, though, the ‘puppy’ had obviously had a ball slapping the little girl around.
The next year was fairly normal for Christiana. She moved into primary school, and had new teachers attempt to teach her reading along with writing. She struggled greatly with both, but she eventually managed to get the basics. At the age of seven, when most children could write legibly, and read short stories, Christiana was still struggling to read more than a sentence at a time. In an attempt to figure out what was wrong, her mother brought her back to the specialist for a new diagnosis. This time, the doctor declared her to be dyslexic, and, as frustrating as it was, her mother had to accept it.
It was the next year, at age eight, that Christiana saw her next monster. She could only describe it as large, black, and scary, but it followed her bus to school every day. Nobody else could figure out what she was staring at out the window, but Christiana’s eyes followed it constantly, afraid of what it might do. Thankfully, after turning nine, things went back to normal again. Christiana was still struggling in school, but it eased her mind not having to watch out for monsters every day.
The summer she was ten, her mother announced that they were moving to America. Rather than screaming at the top of her lungs, and refusing to go, Christiana’s eyes lit up, and she prepared for the biggest adventure of her life. Everything looked new, fun, and exciting from her point of view, and she couldn’t wait to move. She had also realized by this point that the monster attacks had been three years apart. Christiana was hoping they would stop completely if they left France. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Christiana and her mother moved into a small apartment in Manhattan, and Christiana was enrolled in fifth grade at PS 316. That October, she was attacked by an empousa disguised as one of her classmates.
The encounter with the empousa sent Christiana directly to the hospital. The empousa had not forgotten anything in mutilating her face and scratching out her right eye. Christiana refused to talk about what had happened, and she also refused to have her eye replaced by a glass one. She knew her appearance would not sit well with most people, but she still refused to replace her eye. Her mother also suggested plastic surgery to repair the right side of her face, but Christiana stubbornly refused that as well. The wounds eventually healed, but, of course, her face never looked the same as it used to.
After that incident, Christiana’s mother placed her in a new school for her sixth grade year. Everything seemed to be going okay, but Christiana could never shake the feeling that somebody was watching her. She turned out to be right. At the end of the year, Christiana was the last one in the classroom, aside from her teacher. Before she knew what had happened, she was staring at a great, bat-like creature greatly resembling the woman that had just been standing behind the desk. Confused and unsure of what to do, she turned and ran out the door while Bat Teacher chased her down. Christiana was tackled right outside the school doors by a boy she had spoken to once in class. The boy quickly dragged her away, explaining satyrs, demigods, and Camp Half-Blood while he shoved her in a taxi cab and directed the driver down the road.
Eleven-year-old Christiana was worried about her mother, but the boy/satyr blew it off, and said something that greatly shocked Christiana. He told her she was adopted. Curious as to how he knew, Christiana asked, only to hear “what is your last name and what is hers?” In a way, it did make sense, but Christiana stubbornly refused to buy it. Upon her arrival at camp, though, she quickly forgot about her worries. There seemed to be so many more things for her to explore, and so many new ways to have an adventure. She didn’t think about her mother for a couple days, but when she did, she discovered her mother had already been alerted as to her whereabouts. Christiana did go home for a short period after that, and her mother confirmed that she was adopted. Home didn’t feel quite the same after that, though, and Christiana was itching to get back to camp.
For four years, she resided in the Hermes cabin, sharing the tight little space with the children of Hermes and her fellow unclaimed demigods. Others complained about the cramped quarters, but Christiana was fairly content with it most of the time. She loved people, loved the constant hustle and bustle, and loved being able to welcome all the new demigods to the cabin. Last January, some of the newer demigods had been getting on her nerves, so Christiana had escaped to the woods. She had returned to the cabin an hour later, and had been followed in by a man in shorts and a Hawaiian print shirt. The outfit had confused Christiana slightly as it was much better suited for a beach in Florida than for New York in the middle of winter.
The man's appearance had registered in her mind, however, when she noticed the trident he had been holding. Excited, she had looked around for the lucky child of Poseidon, only to discover it was her. Being claimed by Poseidon was more shocking to Christiana than discovering she was a demigod had been. Poseidon had told her about Percy, whose aquaintance she had already made, and said to ask him to explain. Poseidon had then presented her with a bracelet made of pure mother-of-pearl, shaped like a trident. It would turn into a trident whenever she took it off, and she could use it to channel the power of the ocean.
Since her claiming, Christiana has resided in the much less crowded Poseidon cabin with her half-brother Percy, and occasionally Tyson. It's nice to have a little more space, but the silence tends to bother her. She got used to the constant noise of the Hermes cabin, so Poseidon's cabin doesn't feel quite comfortable without it. Because of this, Christiana can often be found back in the Hermes cabin with Travis, Connor, the rest of the Hermes children, and the unclaimed demigods. After four years, that feels like home to her, and she doesn't want that to change.
RP Sample: Christiana eyed the tree next to her, tracing its curves up the trunk to the boughs and through the thick green leaves. The lowest branch was too high for her to reach, but if she jumped, she could probably grab onto it. Crouching down, she eyed her target again, lifted her hands up next to her head, and sprung, feeling the rough bark under her palms as she looped her arms around the tree. She smiled, happy to have caught it on the first try. Christiana swung back and forth a few times, working up a little momentum. Gaining what she needed, she threw her body in the air and wrapped her legs around the branch as well, hanging on like a sloth. Twisting around, she yanked herself up so she was sitting in the tree.
Still grinning, Christiana looked out at her cabin roof, and the grassy area between the cabins. She couldn’t see much else from her perch, but she could easily fix that. Pushing herself up, she stood on the branch, looking higher in the tree. Choosing her holds, she began to scramble up, wedging her feet between the boughs and trunk while she pulled herself higher. Christiana reached the highest branch that could hold her weight, and she straddled it, looking out over camp. From that high of a point, she could see everything. Well, almost everything. She couldn’t see the creek or the beach, but she could see the volleyball courts, the forges, the mess hall, the climbing wall, the arena, and the strawberries on the edge of camp. She could also see the remaining campers milling around their preferred areas. Christiana noticed a familiar figure walking alone, and she honed in on him.
Christiana had been the first person to welcome him to camp. Not three seconds after he had crossed the border, his father had come down on a cloud in all his glory to claim him. That had been the quickest and most astonishing claiming Christiana had ever witnessed. Smiling at the memory, she suddenly decided to go talk to the boy. Swinging down from her branch, she began to make her way back to the ground. She slipped a few times, nearly falling farther than was good for even a demigod, but that didn’t hinder her at all. She just kept swinging down, down, down. Finally, Christiana reached the last branch, and she stood there for a moment, waiting for the boy to pass by. He reached the tree, and Christiana leapt down, landing nimbly right in front of him. “Misael Campos!” she said cheerily, her voiced loaded with her accent. “Ça va?”
Codeword: Ambrosia
