Ali's not hard to find. But it's certainly not because she's bouncing. Certainly not! That would be undignified, and far too schoolgirlish for her. And stuff.
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Anyway, there she is, and when she sees Aramis he gets an enthusiastic hug.
*If it's undignified, then musketeers certainly don't do it either. Ali will find her hug returned with enthusiasm, Aramis wrapping arms around her as if he hasn't seen her for years*
Ah! There you are! Merveilleux! A triumph, I do believe.
*If it is, don't tell him. He'll just find other and more inopportune moments to press it.*
Ah, I have always loved the theatre. My mother was less enthusiastic, she believed it was godless. I myself am of the opposite opinion. *His eyes dart to her, and he changes tack smoothly* It is too fine a thing to be anything other than magical.
Would the pretty puppy like scritches behind his ears?
"Praise me? No, no." Ali laughs, shaking her head. "I didn't write it, or keep it safe all these years, or even perform. All I did was throw money at talented people and fret."
*Is she offering? He has very nice hair today, haloing his head in soft waves, which he has not endeavoured to tie up in the least. It is very strokable.*
But madame underestimates the power and effect of her fretting. The world would not turn if there were not some people, somewhere, worrying enough about the details to make sure that it did.
Ali giggles again, because he's so pretty and adorable and sweet. And since his hair is there and practically begging for attention, he's going to get pets now. She can't help it, his hair is her kryptonite.
"I think perhaps you overestimate my abilities," she admits, "but today I don't care. Tell me all manner of pretty thing and I promise to believe it."
*His hair has been the undoing of many women, as has his extreme prettiness which is really no fault of his own and he only exploits very occasionally. Honest. If it ever starts glowing green and coming from another planet, though...*
Pretty thing? Ah, now, un moment, I think of something...
*His accent always gets more extreme and comic-French when he's playing up for somthing.*
...let me see. Ah. Voila. Of course. You. The prettiest thing here, even considering the play.
Encore un fois!
*...and the like. Aramis seeks out an Ali, beaming*
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Anyway, there she is, and when she sees Aramis he gets an enthusiastic hug.
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Ah! There you are! Merveilleux! A triumph, I do believe.
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"Thank you. I'm so glad you enjoyed it."
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See how much good the theatre can do, n'est-ce pas? You look quite radiant. Thankyou for inviting me.
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"You're absolutely right. I'll have to see if I can find more lost works of the masters so we can repeat the process. And you're welcome."
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Ah, I have always loved the theatre. My mother was less enthusiastic, she believed it was godless. I myself am of the opposite opinion. *His eyes dart to her, and he changes tack smoothly* It is too fine a thing to be anything other than magical.
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"Magical, and yet not-quite-godless? Truly, a miracle." she sees what he tried to do there! He can has teasing time now.
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A miracle, oui! Ali be praised!
*Yes, his face says, I'm playing. Look at how like a pretty dog I am!*
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"Praise me? No, no." Ali laughs, shaking her head. "I didn't write it, or keep it safe all these years, or even perform. All I did was throw money at talented people and fret."
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But madame underestimates the power and effect of her fretting. The world would not turn if there were not some people, somewhere, worrying enough about the details to make sure that it did.
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"I think perhaps you overestimate my abilities," she admits, "but today I don't care. Tell me all manner of pretty thing and I promise to believe it."
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Pretty thing? Ah, now, un moment, I think of something...
*His accent always gets more extreme and comic-French when he's playing up for somthing.*
...let me see. Ah. Voila. Of course. You. The prettiest thing here, even considering the play.
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"Of course I am!" She almost makes it through playing along without more laughing. Almost. "Tell me something I didn't already know."
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Euh...*he makes a show of pondering, a playful glint in his eye*
Perhaps you do not know that you have a great power over men?
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"Perhaps I do," she answers coyly. "What is this great power I have?"
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