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"Ripley." He echoed as they shook hands, rolling the R fully. A man would a good handshake was someone to respect, and thus, the exchange was a concrete one, before the frenchman pulled back, giving him a little cocked grin.

As the conversation turned towards Solia, he couldn't help a small chuckle when the little frenchie started whining about winter. It was one of the very few times when there was a detachment of their french connection, because he was, too, Canadian.

"Je suis désolé, Thomas, j'ai pensé que vous auriez su. C'est le Canada." He stated to Solia, giving her a little look, "Voulez-vous un café ou un chocolat chaud?" He offered, before deciding to roll up the rim of his current (now empty) cup. He had hoped for a free coffee, but hey - a free donut or muffin was awesome. A wild grin showed on his face, going to rip up the cup, turning to Finn, who was partially glued to the hockey game.

"'Ome being an operative word, I suppose. I 'ave never actually been to Saskatchewan. Is a little peculiar, just 'appening in the province. At least we 'ave Tim Hortons, no?" He teased a bit, sitting back.

"This year seems to be different - we normally only get one rim to roll." He offered up to Solia, who was kind of lounging on Ripley now, the image making the Mist Hunter grin a bit more, before the question was posed to them. "Well. . . I mean you do not 'ave to drink th'Coffee. You can 'ave a tea or un chocolat chaud, but why waste th'drink of the Gods?

"OUI OUI QU'EST QUE LE TEMPS??" Chel announced loudly as she slung an arm around Dory, slouching an arm over him lazily. "That means how are you right?"

She'd been trying to pick some things up from Dory, but it was failing. Probably because it was more fun to say the wrong thing and watch his tired little face sigh in exasperation. It's not like she cared. He wasn't even French. He was canadian.

Chel pointed to the cup in Solia's hand and said, "Where do I get a thingy?"

Looking over, she noticed Finn talking with ... Ridley was his name? Riley? Chel couldn't remember. "Ey yo Finnigan, where's the giant?"

"WHAT THE ******** COONTAILS?"

There was a shout from over by the door, and Nick strode in with the sole purpose of punching Dorian in the shoulder. Hard. "Can you ******** stop banging on my door with your ******** french and telling me to get my a** here and there? I'll put my ******** a** wherever I feel like!"

She scowled and went to the counter. Her order might have come as a shock, not because of what she ordered, but how.

"One medium coffee, double double, and a small iced capp with chocolate milk please," She said, calmly and even politely. Unlike her earlier swearing and shouting, her voice was even at a pleasant indoors-appropriate volume. Upon presentation of her drinks, she even gave a smile and a thank you.

With one drink in each hand, she flopped in the closest available chair in the group and ripped at the paper-wrapped end of the straw with her teeth. "Someone once told me this sort of thing wouldn't work," she muttered to herself cryptically. And then blew hard on the exposed end of the straw, sending the paper rocketing over to the blind side of Finn's head.

She did appreciate whatever Ripley was shielding her vision from. Maybe Finn was mooning someone. She wasn't sure. But alas, no more Ripley pillow. Then-Someone's french made Solia's french hurt. Chel- Solia remained as she'd been just watching everyone really. And wondering if she could get her chocolate with a bit of whipped cream.

"Oh, you and Abbi are dating?" She over at Ripley. "Congrats!" She smiled, genuinely thinking it a good match.

Finn was being a bit vulgar though. Really Vulgar. And it kind of stung.

"Is... is that what you think of french? Frogs?" Solia gave Finn a rather sad and disappointed look. It didn't stop, even after she went and got herself a cup of hot chocolate, taking the top off to blow and cool it down a bit.

"....I suppose frog is not the worst insult I've been called."

She lifted her head up to give Nick a small smile. "Hello. If you twist the end, you can..... make sure it won't blow out.... and will launch."

The response came about seven minutes later: four to decide if the promise of coffee was worth venturing out, three to decide how to word the short mesage.

"I thought it would shut you up." Was his only reply to Chel with a quick, one-eyed glare before....

"GOD DAMNIT YOU MADE ME MISS A GOAL! WHO WAS THAT? CROSBY?" Finn was on his feet, his shouting perhaps too excited to even register that there was somebody else shouting as well, a familiar, feminine voice that only seemed to know how to use the word "********" like it was going out of style. He still hadn't rolled up the second rim on his cup, and his other cup of coffee was likely getting on the cold side as it still sat on the table, untouched.

And then.

".....Nick you little b***h. I'm going to kill you." He didn't even have to look to know who would hit him in the face on his blind side. He only knew one hunter who did that on a regular basis, and besides that, it finally hit him that she was the one that had been shouting obscenities upon arrival.

He flopped back into his chair after that, sighing dramatically and casting a glance Ripley's way. "I just want to enjoy the game. Is that really such a terrible thing to ask for?" The lament was perhaps marred by the way he was smiling, his lips upturned just slightly at the edges.

He'd also been much too engrossed by the game to pay attention to Solia's distress at being indirectly named as a frog. Which was probably a good thing because if he'd known he'd pushed a button, he'd make it his mission to find a hundred more to push.

Ryan was never one wake early in the morning. Especially as early as 5am in the morning. But when your nation was playing for gold in a hockey match in the Olympics, you made sacrifices. The fact that they had been invited to return to Canada to watch the games over a hot mug of Tim Horton's coffee ( or in his case a nice cold ice cap ) only sweetened the deal. Besides, there was no way in hell he was missing this!

"Have the games started yet?" He asked curiously, poking his head through the doors before he slid into one of the booths near the rest of his fellow hunters. Given the distance between the island and Canada, Ryan had lost track of time. Fortunately for him, it appeared he hadn't missed much, if anything.

(( Yes yes yes throwing Ryan in here, yes yes yes. ))

"Ils font leur propre mélange de chocolat chaud. Mais, je sais que le thé est de quelque part." Dorian replied to Solia, kind of whiffing his hand in the air non-chalauntly, as if showing that eh wasn't entirely sure, nor did he really care much. But, hey, he could treat her to some Canadian drinks and have more company.

Chel had showed up - which was a pleasant surprise - he didn't actually expect many people of alternate countries to show up in no where Canada. Resting his hand on Chel's back lightly, he listened to her, uncertain as to what she was asking at first, eyebrows furrowing a bit. What time was it? Why was she asking that?

"Uh . . . Is like. . . 6 heures et quelques. Too ******** early, regardless." But when he realized what she was asking, he gave her a flat look. "That does not mean How are you." Maybe he was a little sleepy still.

He was about to get another Coffee for himself, and the hot chocolate for Solia, before a loud voice burst through, completely putting Dory off from Finn's statements about Nevada. Oh hey, Nick!

"Allo bitchface!" He called out, going to turn to Chelsea again. "We are good - she is . . . colourful, but not bad. I promise." He offered to her, flashing an award winning smile before going to leave to her texting whomever, going to walk up next to Nick, who turned from monster to Princess in a second.

Standing next to her, he waited til he was able to get his order, rattling it off as if it was second nature to him. "A deux grandes lait un sucre, et un grand chocolat chaud, aucun secours des spécialités. Puis-je obtenir un beignet au miel trop?" He offered, turning to Nick. "Nice to see you come around, didn't t'ink there was a nice bone in your body." He stated, smirking with a wink and a light push of his shoulder, jostling her a little playfully.

Following her back to the seat, he saw Finn in a huge hullabaloo, eyebrows raising again. "La but? We scored?" He called out, lighting up like a little kid at school. There was a pleasant wave with his finger to Finn and Shiloh, since his hands were full of food and drink and fantastic.