"Yes, quaint indeed," she murmured over Sarin's head, though she did not express if she was indeed reading Jamie's mind. It would appear that she hadn't been, following logical thought patterns; quaint, being a synonym for countrified, which could be mistaken to mean small, was a word usually used to describe small cafes of the sort that the trio was approaching. In a half-daze, Aurelius smoothed down runaway hairs on Sarin's head and traced out her normal path to the tiny French cafe. It included jaywalking at least twice, cutting through the yard of an old woman with a vicious cat, and jumping through a construction zone. But the entire time, she kept one arm over the baby, as if that could protect him from anything.