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Post by Alexei on Aug 25, 2008 19:54:37 GMT -5
"Well then, chocolate, lemon, or apple?" *She asked.*
"Or pear." *Alexei added.* "Don't forget the pear one."
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Post by Meg Giry on Aug 25, 2008 19:57:00 GMT -5
"I really shouldn't- I mean, I have to fit into my costumes-"
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Post by Alexei on Aug 25, 2008 20:00:24 GMT -5
*Alexei made a point of looking crestfallen and vaguely resembled a puppy who'd been told he couldn't have a treat.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Aug 25, 2008 20:01:10 GMT -5
"...I suppose one pear tart won't hurt," Meg relented.
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Post by Alexei on Aug 25, 2008 20:06:01 GMT -5
*Alexei grinned.*
"One citron and one pear, then."
*Eponine patted him on the head and went back to her baking while Marianne got the tarts and put them onto the table, where Alexei had brought Meg to sit down.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Aug 25, 2008 20:07:16 GMT -5
"So." said Meg. "You said your father isn't around often..."
She looked at him as if to ask if this was a sore subject.
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Post by Alexei on Aug 25, 2008 20:09:58 GMT -5
*He nodded.*
"His job requires he live out of town." *This said without a trace of sadness.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Aug 25, 2008 20:12:34 GMT -5
"Oh," she said, nodding.
She took a small bite of the tart, and her face lit up.
"Oh my goodness!"
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Post by Alexei on Aug 25, 2008 20:18:58 GMT -5
"I told you they were the best." *He said, taking a rather-larger bite of his own.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Aug 26, 2008 14:35:49 GMT -5
"You weren't joking!" said Meg.
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Post by Alexei on Aug 26, 2008 14:41:00 GMT -5
"So what about your family?"
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Post by Meg Giry on Aug 26, 2008 14:47:06 GMT -5
"Mum's a ballet mistress," said Meg. "Well, I mean, she was, until she remarried."
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Post by Alexei on Aug 26, 2008 14:48:21 GMT -5
"Ah. So that explains your choice of job?"
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Post by Meg Giry on Aug 26, 2008 14:58:29 GMT -5
"It wasn't really a choice."
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Post by Alexei on Aug 26, 2008 14:59:26 GMT -5
"I know the feeling." *He admitted.*
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