Frank doesn't bother vouching for Bruno a second time, it seems like Blaine is warming up to him enough on his own. He nods in acknowledgment to the greeting, face flushed from coming in from the cold some time ago, undoing his scarf to let some more cool air to his throat before he answers the question.
"They're... cow-like." He shrugs a shoulder and takes a sip of too-hot coffee, black. A taste of the familiar in an unfamiliar landscape, something Frank is all too accustomed to now and doesn't often consider how someone new might be adjusting. It was over four months in Reims and it's been six months for him here so normal doesn't really factor in anymore, not even as a basis for comparison.
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"They're... cow-like." He shrugs a shoulder and takes a sip of too-hot coffee, black. A taste of the familiar in an unfamiliar landscape, something Frank is all too accustomed to now and doesn't often consider how someone new might be adjusting. It was over four months in Reims and it's been six months for him here so normal doesn't really factor in anymore, not even as a basis for comparison.