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[sansbaguette]

[France is quite clearly in the arena, cooking at one of the stoves, apron on and swinging her hips as she sings quietly to herself. Her rose is next to her, fully bloomed and a dark red. She smiles at the vine.]

Cuizi c'est quoi!
Ta position favorite~Ahaha, I'm not sure why, but I am in a good mood... This is a rather lovely day though, so I

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[falterderleere]

L'amour bohème
S'en fout au fond
De ces impondérables
Désillusions
Déçues~

[sansbaguette]

[France smiles and sings back]

Des pactes scellés
Qu'on croyait rompus
Des idées qu'on croyait reçues
La lune est pâle
Et son reflet dans la mer opale...

[falterderleere]

Brille au loin
On est bien~

[She giggles.]

Did someone already take you up on that offer of food?

One day I will notice my ruined HTML. One day.

[sansbaguette]

Would you believe they haven't? No one here had any taste. [Shakes her head.]

It's alright!

[falterderleere]

Would you mind if I took it, then?

Or maybe I'll notice my typos... Thanks!

[sansbaguette]

How could I be opposed to such lovely company? Do you know where to find me, amour?

[falterderleere]

You're in the round place, right?

[sansbaguette]

Oui, le Arena. I'll have a hot plate waiting for you, ma chère.