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[ The following is unfiltered, dictated, and trolltastic. Hi guys, it's been awhile! ]

So it turns out we're in Paris this time. Well, faux Paris, right? I guess it doesn't matter, but it's going to be annoying if the people here can't speak English. I like discovering new territory as much as anyone else, but I also like being able to order a

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[recognizes his voice from somewhere...................

she's going to claim a couch while trying to place it; kinda hard to get any sleep when Rarity you lot are making a ruckus]

I fully endorse this idea.

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[ He looks up and over at the voice, taking in the young woman sitting nearby. She looks elegant. Speaks properly. He might just tolerate her! ]

She'll need to be cute.

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It'd be a plus point, yes. [read: if "cute" involves their stuff being tripped over or broken, she can only take it for so ↄ c long]

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[ Well Joshua assumes perfection in every maid-like aspect to go without saying, of course. He has high standards thanks to a certain lady back home...

Her agreement doesn't seem to phase him, either. He's far too used to Shader. ]

But at least in the meantime, someone else is going to have to cook. I don't cook.

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[she does...if one were to describe her culinary ability in very generous terms. And it doesn't matter because she isn't going to]

There's takeout, I suppose. We can decide that kind of thing after meeting whoever is living here as well.

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Takeout? I remember that from this version's Los Angeles. Does Paris even do that?

[ Joshua doesn't actually know that much about modern...or future Paris, or anything in-between. ]

Well there are two other girls who are loud and slow-witted. One can't walk. Be careful, they like to interfere with bath time.

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Don't see why not. It isn't as though the French are too arrogant to consider eating outside restaurants. [at least, not if it's modern-day Paris, if the scenery outside is any indication.

his next statement...gets the sort of blink from someone who isn't sure what to think or say about it] I'll...remember to lock the door.

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Fine, then let's do that. I don't care. So long as it gets me dinner.

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In that case --

[she stands] I'm going to look around a bit more. Can't order anything if we don't have any of the local currency.

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[ He doesn't really see why not. If a delivery guy demands payment, Joshua will just beat him up. See, he's a provider! ]

Check the couch cushions. Coins always get lost in there.

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[there's a raised eyebrow, as if to ask "do you know how many coins we'll need just to cover the delivery costs," but she takes a cushion and pats it down anyway]

Now we have...half a franc. Excellent.

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[ That's okay, he just enjoyed the view. ]

Oh well, better than nothing. Offer it with a pretty smile and I bet they'd hand over dinner for free.

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... [heh. Thing is, she probably could get that to work in Fuuka. Here...who knows]

I'll try that if you do.

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I don't think I could really compete.

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Two will work better than one.

[she turns the coin between her fingers, then sets it down again] There's the saying about smiles being a universal currency, or something along those lines.

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Well, if he still argues, I'll just take the food. But what kind of food are we supposed to order?