Merci.

We stopped by our little shop to pick up two peaches. It has been a while, between our comings and goings, and their month-long vacation. But, as always, Sonja was offered a biscuit as I was paying. I said she probably doesn't want one, as she cannot say "merci" ("thank you" as used in switzerland). Sonja took a biscuit nevertheless, and said, loud and clear, "Merci". It was good to hear her say it on our final day here, for the entire year she either didn't say it or mumbled it into her breath. Good ending.