She gives a surprised little oh and a tittering laugh at the idea of buying alcohol at each one of these places. That sounds like a recipe for disaster, and the fact that he's tried it--

"I won't ask how it went," she promises, as she begins the walk towards Disney France. The words Bastille and Versailles and Florida are all equally unfamiliar to her, though, and her companion is clearly expecting her to recognize them, so...

"I'm sorry," she says. "I don't know where any of those places are. Versailles, or...Florida." She'll do her best to follow along, but...better to be honest.