The french night and The german

Ok, as a tribute to Patricia I'll give the english a try. We'll see how it works.
Monday was a very sad day when Tricia left. The house suddenly became disturbingly quiet. Rachel and I tried to cheer us up by looking at our farewell gifts: two small cookbooks whith loads of recipes for cookies (in french). Then we made an attempt to bake. The attempt failed and we ended up with a big, scary brownie from Monoprix that we somehow had mistaken for a cakemix (no laughing! a mistake anyone could have done).
Yesterday, the new roomate arrived, something that we had been looking forward to with mixed feelings. The only thing we knew about her was her nationality: German. In order to be prepared for the worst, we imagined her as a huge, deeply conservative and religious woman who
A. would eat all our food.
B. would hate tequila. (Big problem)
C. would be, you know... german (don't mention the war!).
Very relieved when she turned up and seemed perfectly normal. Well, she does hate tequila but we can work on that (starting tonight).
Yesterday was also French night at Patrick's and it went well. We brought the scary brownie (ok, what was left of it since yesterday) and Patrick bought another scary cake and in the company of some tea we chatted the evening away, in french. We're gonna make french night into a habit and are currently thinking about a name for this club. Ideas, anyone?