Crackplotted. Yes, again. (open)

[jarndyceheir]

Here is, apparently, Molly Seagrim, looking much more serious than is her custom. She's looking for someone, in the main hallway, with no apparent success thus far.

It isn't, in fact, Molly... but given Molly's set of acquaintances, there are any number of people who might kiss first and discover crackplot second.

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[all_that_grace]

And here her pet Frenchman just got himself uncrackplotted. "Good afternoon!"

[jarndyceheir]

"Oh. Good afternoon, sir. I..." She frowns a bit.

[all_that_grace]

"What's the trouble, chérie?" offering a hand.

[jarndyceheir]

"I'm afraid... I'm not Miss Seagrim, sir. Is the trouble. And I wouldn't wish to deceive you."

[all_that_grace]

"...Oh. Oh dear, I'm sorry."

[jarndyceheir]

She half smiles. "As am I. Still..." She offers a hand. "Richard Carstone."

[all_that_grace]

He takes it. "Aimery Courfeyrac."

[jarndyceheir]

"A pleasure, sir."