Silver Creek Pencils and Pens

He spoke her previous thoughts, wondering if they had ever crossed paths and a spark of electricity fizzed in within her.  She gave a small wag of her tail as she began to imagine times that they could have meet, and even though most all were fantasies, each one that she thought of felt more and more real it made her feel a great warmth.

Back-Flip.  His nickname.  That was what he wished to know how to say.  It was easy enough for her as Back-Flip was a pretty short word, same in French, although there was no literal translation of flip so she would just substitute it with somersault which in her prespective was close enough, so with that she decided to get on with it and tell him.  "Saut Périlleux Arrière," she told him with a small flirtatious smirk that lasted for only a few precious moments.  "There you have it, Back-Flip in French."