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Post by Eponine on May 16, 2008 20:29:51 GMT -5
*Eponine had finally done it. She'd saved up and started her own pâtisserie, just like she'd always wanted to. It was a bit run-down and she'd bought it off of a very old couple, but she'd fixed it up as best she could and it now looked cozy and homely. The pastries were all made for the first day and she waited somewhat impatiently. She had everything, lemon bars, cakes, tarts, croissants, pains au chocolat, petits fours, arrays of pastries whose names most people would never bother to learn, but would know to point and say 'a few of those, please.'*
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Post by Enjolras on May 18, 2008 8:09:21 GMT -5
*Enjolras, who was feeling immensely proud of having his daughter back with him, had decided that now was the perfect occasion to go on a walk and show her off. Everyone who saw him said he was looking so much better, so much happier. He smiled, and even laughed at his daughter's antics. It was not the Enjolras of the revolution that Adrienne had grown up around, it was this good-humored creature he seemed to reserve especially for his 'princesse'.*
*They'd passed the Tuileries, taken a stroll through the Luxembourg and found themselves near the Opera. When he saw a Patisserie and spotted Eponine inside, he supposed he may as well answer Adrienne's plea for a pain au chocolat. He entered the small place holding Adi to his side.*
"Bon matin, Eponine." *He said politely to her. Eponine's face lit up at the sight of Adrienne.*
"Oh, is this your daughter?"
*Enjolras's face softened, as it always did when mentioning her.* "Yes, this is Adrienne."
"And does Mam'selle Adrienne want a pain au chocolat?" *Eponine asked with a smile on her face.*
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Post by Adrienne on May 18, 2008 8:12:28 GMT -5
*Adrienne gasped and turned around to look at Eponine, her pink mouth in a perfect little 'o'.*
"How did you know?"
*Eponine smiled.* "I always know, petite." *She said, eyes twinkling as she bent to get it for the girl.* "Anything for you, Enjolras?"
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Post by Enjolras on May 18, 2008 8:13:27 GMT -5
*Enjolras shook his head.* "No, thank you, just the one for her."
*He paid and sat down at a table by the window, placing Adi in the seat opposite him.*
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Post by Adrienne on May 18, 2008 8:15:03 GMT -5
*Adi bounced in her seat, biting enthusiastically into the pastry. It was a good pastry, she decided. It took all of her concentration to eat it neatly, with manners, like she'd been taught, but she still ended up with chocolate smeared on her cheek.*
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Post by Enjolras on May 18, 2008 8:16:10 GMT -5
*This elicited a chuckle from Enjolras.*
"Viens, ma belle, you've chocolate on your face"
*Enjolras leaned across the table to wipe it off with a handkerchief.*
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Post by Adrienne on May 18, 2008 8:16:26 GMT -5
*Adi grinned adorably at him.*
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Post by Enjolras on May 18, 2008 8:20:17 GMT -5
*He chuckled again, glad simply to have her back. He would never have her mother back, but he could at least have his daughter.*
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Post by Eponine on Jun 12, 2008 15:01:00 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Eponine led Marianne in after unlocking the door and turning up the gas lamps, laughing.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 15:04:00 GMT -5
"Oh, and then Marie, because she knows we've been caught, she makes a great show of finding the sticky bun in her pocket, all lint-covered and mud-spattered and soggy by now, and making these wide eyes, and she says to Cook, 'Why, how did that get there?' "
*Marianne had told an incredibly entertaining tale about snagging pastries from the kitchen and what they'd done to remain undetected and in possession of said pastries.*
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Post by Eponine on Jun 12, 2008 15:06:38 GMT -5
"Speaking of sticky buns... I've got everything from those to lemon bars to eclairs. Any favorites?"
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 15:07:43 GMT -5
"Er... pain au chocolat?"
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Post by Eponine on Jun 12, 2008 15:09:44 GMT -5
"Done."
*Eponine grabbed two plates and two glasses, coming back to the table with a pitcher and the pain au chocolat. She grabbed a simple croissant for herself.*
"So, how is it you came ot be in Paris?"
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Jun 12, 2008 15:11:54 GMT -5
*Marianne colored as she took a bite of pastry.*
"I ran here, actually. From home."
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Post by Eponine on Jun 12, 2008 15:12:44 GMT -5
*Eponien sighed.*
"I won't pry, Marianne, but I'm ready to listen when you're ready to talk. I know the feeling of wanting to escape."
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