Just when I was giving up French romance as a bad joke, this happened.
FBF was touching my feet, tickling me.
“Arrête!!” (Stop!!) I cried.
“Quoi?” (What?) He asked me with faked innocence.
“Ça chatoueiiii” (that tickles!) I exclaimed, a little bit upset.
“Quoi? Je ne voulais que te donner les papouille…” (What? I just wanted to give you ‘papouille’…)
“C’est quoi papouille?” (What does papouille mean?) I asked.
He replied in English. “It’s like sweet nothings, but for touching.”
And just like that, I had found some romance à la française, for clearly the French are romantic if they invented a word specifically to describe sweet