Mireille knew the other woman's name was French, and she couldn't help but smile faintly at it. "A pleasure, Belle. I am Mireille." She reached out and shook the others hand firmly. "Are you French?"

"And are you planning to cook for everyone, then?" She added as she drew her hand back. Mireille wasn't particularly looking out for anyone but herself so far, but she actually enjoyed cooking so helping out probably wouldn't be too much of a chore.