Chéri had been on the streets for a long time, so they knew what rivalry looked liked on another person’s face. And their first response was always, first and foremost, to put ont that big, heart-warming smile of theirs and just let the other person bask into it. Nothing threatening in their appearance, just a welcoming expression that declared they thought nothing of it.

Chéri got closer to Jewel, walking lightly and gracefully as they generally did. Their delicate appearance could go two ways, but Jewel didn’t look annoyed enough to them to suggests they should get ready to defend themselves.

Chéri did not know what Jewel had asked, so they guessed -wrongly- he wanted to know about title “Six ans sur Mer” was their response “Six ans at sea” they half translated. They didn’t know the world for “year”.