A slightly tipsy Olive & I were hanging at a Trastevere bar last night, post celebratory birthday dinner of a friend. Mon Amour joined us after he got off work.
Olive: Your English has gotten so much better since the two of you have been dating.
Mon Amour: Thanks, but I think it is still not that good.
Olive: Do you not speak English with him?
Me: Occasionally.
Mon Amour: We speak the international language of fichi-fichi *makes the 'Let's fuck' gesture*
Olive: I get it. You speak Penis.
Me: I am fluent.
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