Whistling. That was what Mable was interested in. Chéri repeated that.

“Ceci?” they said in french. Maybe with some extra thinking they could have figured out how to say it in English, but right now they were growing impatient to understand what the girl meant.

Names. Now, that, Chéri understood. “Chéri. My name is Chéri. English bad,” they added, now sure the girl wasn’t annoyed. They whistled once again “Mable?” they tried to make sure. She hadn’t managed to whistle when she had made the gesture. They were slowly piecing everything together.