Bonjour, 'allo.

[all_that_grace]

Enters a good-looking young man in his early twenties, tall and lean in a manner that suggests he will likely go quickly to heaviness once he gets older and less energetic; but at the moment, all cheery grace as he wanders up the path. "B'god, if this is Paradise they're letting anyone in these days! Hallo? Anyone here?"

Typist: Right, so since

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[lawyer_boy]

This is Marius looking up sharply from where he's reading -- he's on the grass, outside, it was a perfect day for reading -- and doesn't quite yelp. "Courfeyrac! What...?"

Typist: OMGOMGOMG I LOVE YOU HI. :D :D

[all_that_grace]

He turns swiftly, arms held wide. "What d'you mean, what? I haven't even begun to embarrass you yet." His indignation is not very convincing.

[lawyer_boy]

He's going to get a tacklehug, of course -- and a tight one, too. "No, but I've missed you. Where've you been?" Marius is not quite bouncing.

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac rocks a little with the impact, and thumps him kindly on the back. "I'm sure I've no idea. What the devil are you sitting out here in the wet for?"

[capital_r]

"I am, so you've got 't be right, mon 'Feyrac." There's a grin. "Late! Did Marius' habits finally get to you?"

[all_that_grace]

"Grantaire." Not on his shortlist of people he was hoping to see, but very welcome nonetheless. "When I start mooning about in my Sunday coat, then you can worry. Where've you come from, then?"

[capital_r]

A shrug. "Around and about. I've been here ages."

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "Oh, very well. We can't all be enterprising souls like you."

[la_baronne]

"Oh, monsieur, this could never be Heaven."

[all_that_grace]

"I do fancy Heaven a little warmer." As well he might, being in his shirtsleeves. Nonetheless he gives her a charming smile. "Good morning, mam'selle."

[la_baronne]

"The same to you, monsieur." She curtsies, smiling. "I hope you will find this a pleasant place to be. It certainly can be nice, at times."

[notallworthy]

At the comment about paradise Tom looks down at himself and laughs. "Apparently so."

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac grins. "Ah, a fellow sinner. Good morning."

[notallworthy]

Tom returns the grin and bows. "The same to you. Thomas Jones, at your service, sir."

[all_that_grace]

"Aimery Courfeyrac," with like courtesy, cheerfully. "Delighted. Am I in England, then?"

[cruelpatience]

"No one of any consequence, if this is indeed Heaven," Musichetta (who is handily near, as the appropriate people always seem to be when a newcomer arrives - just one of the many magical conveniences of this place) says dryly, but is unable to entirely restrain a delighted smile. "Not a godling among us, certainly no sinless ones, though an angel or two has been sighted."

[all_that_grace]

"In your mirror, no doubt," with a sweeping bow.

[cruelpatience]

"Snake," she laughs, returning his bow with a mockingly deep curtsy of her own, "your compliments should see you in Hell, if this was an afterlife. --And I am by no means sure it is," she adds. "I've no wish to declare myself dead, I'll leave that to a physician."

[all_that_grace]

A wicked grin. "And I'm sure yours would be able to tell."