Upon hearing more of it, Phryne noted that the woman's French didn't sound Parisian or familiar from any other region. Curious, but hardly criminal. She did smile and take up the invitation to join her, but not before serving herself a judicious sample of the pies.

"Please. You must call me Phryne," she said as she took the offered seat with a charmingly friendly smile. "And what ought I call my culinary benefactress?"