Giselle gets to have more than one cup of coffee a day. She drinks it in a bowl with hot milk for breakfast, then has tiny black cups later on, or bigger cups with crème, whatever she feels like. She also has a pastry for breakfast every morning. She doesn’t give a thought to blood sugar levels or fiber.
Giselle wouldn’t do well with coffee restrictions because she hangs out in Paris cafes to write or talk with other writers and artists and intellectuals and idiots. She’s not nice to the idiots. She’s sarcastic and funny, she rolls her eyes. She notices when they say something smart, though. Giselle isn’t one to keep others from changing and growing.
