"You have spent at least a day in Paris and you did not notice how there is chocolate on every street corner?" Amélie chuckled as she tucked a piece of her own hair that had come loose back behind her ear. "Of course I drink Chocolate Chaud."

"Shoes off," she said after kicking her own off. Amélie wasn't about to suffer having to avoid wet footprints inside. Making her way to the kitchen, she retieved a pan to set on the stove and began collecting the ingredients. Milk, heavy cream, pieces of high quality semisweet chocolate (no cocoa powder here), brown sugar and vanilla.

"I believe my taste for hot chocolate is the least of what you have discovered about me today. Are you going to tell me the real reason you have come to Paris?"