*smiles prettily*

[prettyfavourite]

Bonjour, everyone! My typist, the dear mam'selle that she is, would like me to inform you that my name is Favourite (but really Genevieve, though I don't go by it), and I'm from a book called Les Miserables. I was once friends with a delightful young girl named Fantine, I don't suppose she's here? It's been ages since I've seen her last. If

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[silent_lark]

Welcome, Mlle. Favourite! *beams* Fantine is my mother.

[prettyfavourite]

*tilts head and smiles* Merci, madame! *smiles wider* Oh! I see the resemblance now. I knew your father as well.

[silent_lark]

*stares a little* You... did?

[prettyfavourite]

*giggles a little awkwardly* Oh, yes. Felix was..a dear fellow. But then...*frowns* Then they played that horrid joke on us.

[silent_lark]

I fear I never met him. Can you tell me of him? Ah, what joke did he play?

[prettyfavourite]

*giggles a bit nervously* He was quite a charming fellow. A bit like M. Courfeyrac.

*pouts* The joke?! Why, the joke was truly horrid of them all to play. They left us! Each one of them!

[silent_lark]

*smiles a little* So I have been told.

Left you? He... *blinks* He left mama? I thought that... *blushes* *quietly* I'd assumed he'd... died, or some such thing.

[prettyfavourite]

*nods, biting her lip* Oui. He and Blacheville, and Fameuil, and Listolier. We thought it was all a very funny joke for a bit...but then they didn't come back.

[silent_lark]

That... that was a wretched joke to play. If you were to see them again, madame, I'm sure no one would think less of you if you kicked them. I wouldn't. I might help.

[prettyfavourite]

*nods* It certainly was, madame. And I think I shall, if I ever see then again.