Yvette heard Marie Claire call to her and excused herself from the Prussian cavalrymen, heading in to kiss Marie on both cheeks, then as soon as the door was closed behind her, briefly on the mouth. "I heard the explosion indeed!" She exclaimed, keeping her face worried for the benefit of any hidden watchers. She had taken the signal that the house was not a safe place to talk right now, but she couldn't help a whispered boast into her friend's ear "J'en y fait".<br/><br/>"I have no idea what it was, but it was certainly close! A lot closer that the siege guns!"<br/><br/>She followed the servant down into the Farm kitchen, where the cook was busy preparing a meagre luncheon for the farm workers from what little the had that the Prussians had not commandeered for themselves. Bonaparte had been right that an army marches on it's stomach, and part of Yvette's job in the<em>Franks Tirreurs</em>was to gather information regarding the Prussian supply lines, so that they could be disrupted or destroyed. Yvette greeted the cook with a smile and looked around. A raised eyebrow and a flick of her eyes towards the cook asked the question:<em>Here? Is she safe?</em>