Caroline sighs, and it's a wistful sigh, but then her brows furrow. "Hold on, didn't the French people think it was like, super ugly or something, and get way mad at the guy who made it? Hypocrites." She's still curled against him, and she only takes a sip of her drink, because whatever she was drinking before, it's sort of hitting her a little harder than she'd planned. "Did you like her?" She said it quietly, and she doesn't mean not dislike, but if he Liked her, with a capital L. "She sounds like something out of a fairy tale. I guess the whole thing does, really." She pauses, and her brows furrow. 'It's your turn to ask. And yes, I am bossy."