“Gervaise Ravel’s new boat, gentlemen.” Waverly passed the photograph to the agents, rotating the tabletop. “Grander than a mere ‘boat,’ I’d say.” Solo was clearly awed. “Thrush is paying well,” Illya posited. “Or their entitlements are getting even better.” “Your ratio of naked greed to professional focus is abysmal,” Waverly said. Illya sighed. “Wasn’t Ravel exiled from Thrush?” “This is her new floating salon, Mr. Kuryakin. Where new diabolical plans are being hatched.” “We just don’t move in the right circles,” Solo grumbled. “I can live without that kind of society!” Illya spat, remembering his last, painful encounter with Ravel.
Here’s mine:
“Gervaise Ravel’s new boat, gentlemen.” Waverly passed the photograph to the agents, rotating the tabletop.
“Grander than a mere ‘boat,’ I’d say.” Solo was clearly awed.
“Thrush is paying well,” Illya posited. “Or their entitlements are getting even better.”
“Your ratio of naked greed to professional focus is abysmal,” Waverly said.
Illya sighed. “Wasn’t Ravel exiled from Thrush?”
“This is her new floating salon, Mr. Kuryakin. Where new diabolical plans are being hatched.”
“We just don’t move in the right circles,” Solo grumbled.
“I can live without that kind of society!” Illya spat, remembering his last, painful encounter with Ravel.
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Well done and thanks!
BTW, I gave you a Christmas prompt as thanks for helping me out!
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You are very welcomed. I probably wouldn't have done this if it wasn't for you.
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Very nicely done with these tough words!
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