By the use of two words vaguely resembling french desserts, Lynn is overwhelmed by Evan's mastery of the human language. She would prefer the dessert though. Preferably over a nice afternoon tea on a nice patio, where she might think about nice topics such as how far away is the beach/what's the shopping like here/what do you mean, it's Sunday and everything is closed for church/oh, nice to see you, you got caught out by the sunday thing too? What do you mean, who is this "god" anyway?/Liam, where are you?
And voila, the perfect Michel's Patisserie treat...