With a last wistful book to Shakespeare & Co., Charlie slowly heads after her. Better not even set foot within ten yards of the door before lunch - he knows himself well enough that if he gets close, it'll be work to extract himself and as patient as Chloe has been he doesn't really want to get between her and a solid meal. Anyway, despite the fact that the bookstore's driven all human needs out of him for the time being, he's almost positive he was hungry. The books can wait, painful as it may be particularly when they've really nothing to do but loiter in the jammed bistro until a table comes free and they're eventually shown to a tight little table with very little elbow space.

The menu is in French and English - clearly enough of a tourist destination to legitimize it -, and Charlie's happy enough for it. It makes ordering easy: means there's generally less confusion when he speaks in pidgin French to order something to drink and a sandwich (sandwich seems safe, unoffensive -- and honestly at this point he just wants something he's familiar enough with so he can wolf it down and go running back to that bookstore).

"So I', starting to get the impression that you've been planning this for a while." It's partly a joke - he has some handle on the fact that she's been meaning to do a...tour de France. But the level of minutiae is a little... Surprising? Charming as anything, really.