Pixie Dust, Tuesday

[withoutverona]

They were, apparently, in France, a hundred odd years after Romeo had last been there.

This called for a special. He poured himself a snifter of Grand Marnier (it tasted like oranges, which made it an acceptable morning drink) and set a sign out front of the store reading:

SALE!
FRENCH DESIGNERS
20% OFF
Nous avons les meilleures modes moderne.
ENTREZ!

Pixie Dust was open. Frenchily.