The salesclerk was examining her manicure to show how bored she was by all of this. Of course the Americans would claim not to have French in whatever godforsaken corner of their continent Gaia was.

Romeo, meanwhile, had been hanging back in hopes Reno would handle it, especially as he didn't know the French for credit card either, those not being known in 1898.

Finally, he snapped to attention. //Excuse me, miss,// he began, //My friend wishes to pay for these lovely goods. Would you do us the favor of ringing us up?//

He just had to hope that would work.