Five Euros! (I secretly loathe you with every fiber of my being.) Have a fabulous trip! (I hope you forget all your French.) Don't forget to send postcards! (And you get thrown into whatever the new Bastille is.) Eat mousse, it's good! (And some smelly frenchman, who's neither blonde nor royalty, tries to have relationship with you from the cell nextdoor.)

*mwahahahahaha* When are you leaving again? Lucky wench!