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SenoritaMaxie 
Gold had to chuckle, at his words. "I've grown up in a well-off environment," she told him, with half a smile. "But one that has been free of pollution. So I guess that's what I like."
"I can teach you French." She had to grin, again. She didn't really imagine she could. Teach him, that is. She wasn't a very good teacher. She was good at healing, though. Very.
"That would be lovely," she straightened up, wished there was a couch somewhere around here and, of course, one popped up. Grinning, Gold dropped into and looked up at him with happy, green eyes. "I intend to visit you, this summer anyway."
Rawrr.
"I am sure nothing is ever free of pollution, especially not France. America is highly polluted, but not as bad as places like China and Japan," Dylan smiled, "The place I want to move to is relatively free of polluted air. Well it should be."
"I'd like that. But it may just end up you speaking French to me," he smiled, "I will just listen." He had heard the language was quite hot. "I will listening intently though."
"Oh good. I will make sure that there is somewhere for you to sleep," he smiled. "Hopefully a nice warm bed." He turned around on his piano stool. "There is always a place for you to sleep, if you need it."