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May 23, 2010 14:34:00 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 23, 2010 14:34:00 GMT -5
He smiled. "They aren't all that bad, but I suppose it would be nice to go on a picnic." Except for that time they'd decided they wanted to do his hair. That had been a disaster, and it had taken years for that chunk to grow out properly.
"It's my brother that's spoiled rotten."
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May 23, 2010 14:49:15 GMT -5
Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 23, 2010 14:49:15 GMT -5
"Is he younger? You make him sound it. Mine is older and he's something of a ninny. Picnics don't suit him very well. It isn't that he doesn't try, but that he is so bland throughout."
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May 23, 2010 14:52:18 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 23, 2010 14:52:18 GMT -5
"He's ten, and I suppose all ten-year-olds are spoilt brats in a way."
He thought for a moment.
"Your family lives at Brideshead, right?" He was just checking, as he might have had his family mixed up with another one.
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May 23, 2010 15:01:56 GMT -5
Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 23, 2010 15:01:56 GMT -5
"Cordelia is eleven and she is a monster, although I wouldn't say spoiled brat exactly. But one of her teachers drowned herself. That has to amount to something."
He paused to sip from his glass. "Yes, all but papa. He's somewhat an infidel. I visited him on the way to Paris. He lives in Venice."
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May 23, 2010 15:05:41 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 23, 2010 15:05:41 GMT -5
"We went through seven tutors before he went to school, and Father's had to write his school begging them to let him stay."
He perked up. His mother had always encouraged travel, having traveled a lot when she was a child. "Oh, I love Italy. Venice is so charming, though we stayed mostly in Florence when we went."
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May 23, 2010 15:12:34 GMT -5
Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 23, 2010 15:12:34 GMT -5
"He and Cordelia would be right at home."
Sebastian, too, got a bit more excited as the conversation turned to this topic, although in his case it was more unconscious influence from Andrew's own interest. "Oh, that's fantastic - perhaps someday you should meet papa. I think it strange we have not vacationed together already. Our kind should cleave together."
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May 23, 2010 15:13:53 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 23, 2010 15:13:53 GMT -5
"We spend so much time in France that I think sometimes we forget we're actually English. Robbie even spoke French first when he was a baby."
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May 23, 2010 15:15:06 GMT -5
Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 23, 2010 15:15:06 GMT -5
"My French is not what it should be," said Sebastian, making a little face. "That's why it was so charming that you're English, before I found out that you were charming."
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May 23, 2010 15:24:32 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 23, 2010 15:24:32 GMT -5
Andrew was embarrassed by this compliment, and the tips of his ears began to turn pink. Unable to muster a response, he put his empty lemonade glass on a passing waiter's tray and grabbed a glass, only to realize after he had grabbed it that it was wine, not lemonade. Not wanting to look stupid, he took a sip anyway.
It wasn't that he didn't ever have wine at home, it was that Mother had told him not to drink it at parties because he had no idea how much he could drink before becoming intoxicated.
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May 23, 2010 15:32:39 GMT -5
Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 23, 2010 15:32:39 GMT -5
"It is very good. The hosts have excellenet taste. I'm sorry I don't actually know them... I wandered in, really. I think we know them vaguely." His smile was bright and just a little self-conscious - not embarrassed, really, but more as though he were permitting himself a childhood error, as though he didn't really see the harm in it. And in truth in the world he was used to, where everyone knew each other anyway, crashing parties was neither uncommon nor unexpected. It was as though he had yet to graduate from the world he was from and join the world at large, or even to recognize there was a difference.
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May 23, 2010 15:36:56 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 23, 2010 15:36:56 GMT -5
"Oh, the Enjolrases. Nicolas is the Comte, and his sister Lady Adrienne is married to an American. This is the first time she's been back since she left, and that's why they're having the ball. We've known them for a long time, and they really don't mind who comes to their parties."
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May 23, 2010 15:38:57 GMT -5
Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 23, 2010 15:38:57 GMT -5
"Really? Do you know I've never actually heard of a European woman who married an American man? It happens the other way aroun all the time, and so I know it happens that way in theory, but I have never been able to think of a single concrete example before now."
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May 23, 2010 15:46:22 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 23, 2010 15:46:22 GMT -5
"Everyone thinks her daughter from her first marriage is actually his, and there's a whole lot of scandal surrounding it, but they seem quite happy." He shrugged. If people were happy, what else mattered?
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May 23, 2010 15:47:55 GMT -5
Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 23, 2010 15:47:55 GMT -5
"Really? People say that the French treat scandals differently than they do in England. I suppose in London she wouldn't be able to have a party quite like this."
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May 23, 2010 15:51:57 GMT -5
Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 23, 2010 15:51:57 GMT -5
"Well everyone wants to see if it's true, so they come to the party even if they don't approve of her actions. In addition, she's lived in America for the past few years, so the scandal has sort of worn off, but I suppose you're right. The French really don't care as much. Scandal makes you more interesting rather than some kind of untouchable."
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