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[drinkwithfwee]

*All dark-suited and frowning, because he doesn't know where he is and that's not right and wasn't he just dead anyway and what the Hell is going on and what happened to France and why is there suddenly a boat?*

I..er...what?!

Typist: Feuilly, Les Miserables

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[joliaigle]

*fwee, it's a Fwee!* *solemnly* I'm afraid, mon ami, that you must try to be a bit more concise than that. Otherwise everyone will think we're all bloody mad, and we wouldn't want that to happen, would we? *grin* --Not yet, anyway.

[drinkwithfwee]

*aha, tis a Bossuet, and grin!* You encourage me to practice deceit from the moment I arrive? What a friend! *pause* A moment of disorientation, mon ami, but I'll get over it. I hope, of course, I never was much of a fortune-teller.

[joliaigle]

*laughs* Well, I am a lawyer. Or nearly one, sort of. *cheery grin* Oh, you'll certainly get over it. You'll have to, if you're coming to the party.

[drinkwithfwee]

Then I shall agree to come immediately before I ask - a party?

[joliaigle]

And why not? We're all here -- and well. Well, most of us. What other reason for a party do we need?

[drinkwithfwee]

I find myself defeated in the presence of an unanswerable question.