Who needs crack when you've got TOAST?

[mmm_yum_toast]

As things so often do, a table has appeared in a corner of a frequently-visited room of the mansion. This table is covered in toast and the necessary accoutrements, courtesy of the Toast Marketing Board

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[theblondgypsy]

If there's free food around, Gringoire will take it. He hasn't learned to be discriminating with the food here yet. So when he takes a piece of white bread and puts marmalade on it, he says in an Irish brogue for all to hear, "Holy Virgin! I do! I do love her! I love La Esmeralda!"

Typist: Uh oh.

[mhari]

have I mentioned I <3 Gringoire? Because I <3 him. With many 3's.

[theblondgypsy]

As soon as he's made this declaration however, he remembers. "Phoebus! Whoever he is, she worships him! What chance do I have against that? And when did I pick up this rather odd accent? It's not French, that's for certain!"

Typist: Heh. The world needs more Gringoire love. :)

[gypsysorceress]

*and, of course, the woman in question would have to be passing at that very moment, and would just have to hear that statement. She stops in her tracks and just stares, a slightly terrified look on her face*

[theblondgypsy]

Gringoire turns to leave the room, and sees her. He smiles fondly at her, until he sees the look on her face. "What's wrong?"

[gypsysorceress]

You...you said that you loved me. *sounds still shocked*

[theblondgypsy]

"Oh! You heard that? Well, I only just realized it. Do I sound at all different?"

[gypsysorceress]

*she nods, but doesn't speak, still appearing very stunned. Obviously, this had a larger impact on her than it did on Pierre*

[theblondgypsy]

"Well, what's wrong? I'm no Sun God, but I didn't think I was that ugly either! If all you want is my friendship, I'll give it to you gladly. If you want more than that, I'll give it to you even more gladly. But if you want your Phoebus, you can have your Phoebus. You won't have to worry about me sending you to the hangman for rejecting me! I'm not that desperate!" Gringoire pauses to give her another smile. "I love you. Whatever you want, I'll let you have it."

[gypsysorceress]

*there is a pause before she speaks quietly* I'm sorry...I just don't like people to be in love with me.

[theblondgypsy]

*wryly* Not even Phoebus? It's the priest, isn't it? Not all men express their emotions like he does. I'd never hurt you, you know that.

[gypsysorceress]

[Typist: I apologize for her, she's traumatised.]

Phoebus...Phoebus is different, I thought he was dead, the priest said he was...and I might have just imagined seeing him that day, I know I must have imagined many things then. He...he's different.

I know you wouldn't hurt me, because you're my brother, and brothers and sisters never hurt each other...but if you love me, then you can't be my brother, and then...

[theblondgypsy]

*Slightly hurt* So you really think I'd hurt you? Don't you trust me at all? How am I so different from Phoebus?

[gypsysorceress]

*whispers* I don't trust anyone. I trust you as my brother, but...

*doesn't answer the other question. It's probably better that she doesn't.*

[theblondgypsy]

*Quietly* I see. *Pause* I suppose I have nothing more to say to you then. *Turns to go, but before he does* I'm sorry that you can't trust me.

Typist: Please forgive Gringoire's emo. He is a poet, after all.

[gypsysorceress]

*still whispering* And I'm sorry that you can't understand why. *she turns away from him, not bothering to see whether he's left or not* Well, Djali, I supppose we're alone again. Let's go find somewhere to sleep tonight.