[oom] bring-your-molly-to-paris day

[garbage_boy]

The first thing one might notice about Paris is that it is gray. But not in a depressing way. In a nice cobblestone-y, dignified, France-is-too-classy-for-renovations way. The buildings are sort of worn and old and lived-in, also in a good way, in stark contrast to Milliways' general newness. Which is to be expected, really, because it's the end of

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[ggollymissmolly]

Molly giggles, looking around herself with wide eyes as she steps through from Milliways.

"It's cool!" she chirps, brightly, suddenly pointing. "Oooh, hey, that's totally the Eiffel Tower, right?"

[garbage_boy]

She likes it! Yay! Cue awkward crooked (but completely sincere!) grin the way only Linguini knows how.

"Yup, that's total-- I mean, that's the Eiffel Tower. It's really crowded inside, but, um, still nice? To look at?"

It's the most conspicuously missing thing from Milliways. You look out the window and there is no Eiffel Tower and none of its accompanying stoic iconic wisdom, constantly reminding you you are Not In Paris Anymore.

[ggollymissmolly]

"Can we go look at it?" Molly tugs on his hand. "Like, up close? Please?"

[garbage_boy]

"Oh... sure," he says, hand in hers.

SHE IS SO CUTE HE CANNOT SAY NO.

"Hey," with conspicuous casual afterthought-y-ness and awkward throat-clearing, "I was just. I mean, um.

...never mind."