"I know some French, too, so you wouldn't be able to use it to say things to me that I can't understand," she says, although it's not like she knows a lot of French. Just things she's picked up here and there, mostly expressions from movies Marshall had made her watch during his French New Wave phase. She knows more Japanese than she does French and she sure as hell doesn't know much Japanese, but that's it, those are the only two languages she has under her belt besides English and it's a pretty pathetic showing from both of them.

"But whatever language you're speaking, I'll like it. Even German. Even if it's angry sounding," she tells him. "But what you said, that sounded nice... nice-ish, anyway. Ich bin verliebt, right?" She truly has no idea what she's repeating, but she knows whatever he's said, whatever he tells her about dumping his ass if she understood, it has to be something nice.

"Plus, I totally have access to the internet, dude." It's mostly an afterthought, she'll probably forget to look anything up in the morning. "Whatever the Darrow version of google translate is, I can type shit in there and know everything."