Chéri needed an extra moment to make out what the crumbs might be. They narrowed their eyes. It didn’t make sense for them to be boats. It didn’t make sense for them to be towns, they were off the land. The word for French was pronounced different, despite a similar orthography. So Chéri needed an extra moment. “Ooooh” they said. They pointed at a crumb specifically “Hebrides?” They couldn’t know Francis meant plural.

Chéri followed the finger and asked, a little confused “Whitby?” The knew what “home” meant in theory, but not in practice. Chéri stared at Whitby. How had they ended up there? But then again, how had they ended up anywhere in this world outside of their little village? Too much introspection, best to prioritise tea. Chéri took France and poured themselves some.