Cerulean Cape we're mortal

"Ze verrrry best," Norah smirked and feigned a horrible German accent. She knew by the way the young man spoke that she could have called him an "Arschloch" or "Schlampe" and he would have told her the same thing. Though the thing with swearwords in her second mother-tongue was that they had a "falling rock" quality about them. You could kind of guess that it was nothing nice, even if it was cooed. 

"Wunderbar," she told and moved closer to join him. Not that she considered at any point that her company might be unwelcome. "Lead the way!"