Carolyn ground her teeth in frustration. Why is French so damned hard? Je n'y pige rien. When the attendant motioned to her, she rose eagerly.
The attendant handed her a package. She opened it to find a plug-or at least, something she thought must be a plug, though the shape was more hourglass than the usual stopper. It wasn't plastic, she could tell that before she touched it, but it took her a moment to figure out that the soft, light, mottled-brown object was truly … cork.
Laughing, she motioned to the robed figure to lead the way.