Alise watched the man come in and ask for some chocolate buns and a coke. He seemed to be quite rough on the edges, but Alise tended to like those people more anyway. Almost giggling with delight when Ally returned with her order, she dug into her plate of cookies and had to keep from moaning out loud. They were so good... they reminded her of the cookies her Grand-Mere used to make. Smiling, she washed the first two down with a drink of her cream soda and turned at the sound of Ally's voice.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm from France, near Versailles."</strong><br/><br/>She knew that she was a long way from home, but it was a long story as well. She missed home, but she loved where she was...if she could only find some work.