Yes! They had plenty of interest! And what luck! The red woman knew french! The sparkle of delight that entered her violet-blue eyes was unmistakable, glittering with joy.
"Oui! Je suis français!(Yes! I am French)" She replied delightedly and quickly, the language flowing easily from her lips like a song she had known from birth.
"Excellen'!" She said, sweeping her luxurious ebony tail and standing over her dainty toes she grabbed a plant just within reach. It had been what sparked her interest in sharing its uses.
"For one not to fall wizh child, a tea of zis, carotte sauvage, Ehr... Wild Carrot? See zhe viole* bloom in zhe center?" She showed them a plant many would perhaps recognize as Queen Anns lace, bishops lace, or wild carrot.
"A tea made of zhis and drunk wizhin 12 hours of a coupling, shall render zhe womb free of children." She let them pass the plant around, "But beware, zhere is many a plant zhat looks similar. Do any of you know zhe dangerous kindred of zhis wild carrot?" She asked seriously.