Just leaving Howdy’s bodega, you sit on a nearby bench to munch on your favorite bag of chips. As you open the bag, you hear the distant sound of singing. You turn to the sweet noise and see Margo skipping down the street (as they normally do) singing to themselves in the process. They spot you, their small smile growing larger as they approach you. “Good afternoon, Mon Ami!!” they chirped, their French accent peeking from their words “May I sit with you?”