Jeannine is now where she wanted to be, Champs Les Sims, France. Her real home, her and Tony's hideout, her territory, the only place where Cassandra never set foot. 

Jeannine is an expert in gardening, fishing and wine making, but her skills do not include cooking. Hopefully now she will have time to learn about it, and she will start with Crepes.

The Crepes were not perfect, but not bad either. When Tony finished, he gave her a taste of the wine from his cellar, which he has been making for several seasons now. He wants to know what Jeannine thinks, since she is an expert at that.  

"So?" he asked eager to hear her opinion. As Jeannine tasted the wine, Tony's phone started ringing for a change.

"Mm, not bad at all. You've gotten so much better at wine making, darling."

 "Thanks for the compliment, love."

"Although we'd both enjoy it more if your phone would stop ringing for at least two hours," Jeannine added.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll silence it right now and for the rest of our trip," Tony replied with a big gulp of wine. "I'll need more than one drink to deal with Cassandra's phone stalking, should I answer it at once to get her to leave me alone?" he thought to himself.