You think so? My, that's a shame. You'll have to tell me all about your idea of France, then. The bread must be wonderful at least...right?

[That's the important thing here. The bread. It's always about bread. Je suis le pain, it be like that sometimes?. She keeps walking, nodding in agreement when big questions are brought up.]

That's right. We still don't know how to get home, but I think I know why we're all here.