Right. [And with that, the subject is dismissed until she recalls it again. Just like a thousand other topics]

England is not that bad! You're just a snob about food that's all--[And then she recalls her mission to get crepes out of this man one way or another. And her arms quickly slide up to wind around his neck] But that's what makes you such a good cook! And I'm sure a man of your considerable talents wouldn't mind making me a feast. [Wicked grin] I don't know what you could pawssibly be talking about. Purrhaps you're just lion.