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[biggestbear]

Is this the one that you've had to get that great grey monstrosity of a beard smacked on?

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

Why Amelia Wright, do I sense a small fraction of jealousy seeping in from your side of the screen?

Private to David

[goldentress]

Jealousy? I wasn't aware that I possessed the ability...

BUT, I suppose I would be green over the fact that she gets to see a play while I only got coffee and cheesecake. I'm virtually stamping my foot and pouting over here, David.

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

There there, actually if you're so interested in the play, I could tell you about it.

Hamlet. Fat lot of swordplay, romance, blood and glory complete with a possessed beard worn by our mutual friend. At the end, the boat sinks while a quartet of musicians play on.

Speaking of famous sinking ships, I've been meaning to ask you something.

Private to David

[goldentress]

That quartet of musicians was the best part of the wasted three hours of my time. I'm sure the play will be full of swanky English accents and Neil tugging on his beard. The latter of which might actually generate a laugh or two from your date.

Pfft, who said I was jealous? I wiped the pout off my face the second I realized it made me look like a five year old brat.

What is it?

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

Private to David

[goldentress]

Oh, I don't know, David. I don't know who this woman is, she could be the type who likes to pull hair.

What are your views on her? Is she the dangerous-when-jealous sort?

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

Private to David

[goldentress]

Well, I suppose, if it'll help you get a black eye...

I'll gladly take that second ticket off your hands.

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

There you go again, being all amiable and generous.

Friday evening around 6ish? We could grab a bite to eat before my execution.

Private to David

[goldentress]

I can't help it, it's a part of my nature. Alongside the pout and ringlets.

Friday evening around 6ish sounds great. Food? You better be careful, or I'll start thinking you're trying to spoil me.

What's the dress code for this sort of thing?

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

Please tell me there are lace pantaloons in that equation as well.

Spoil you? Now why would I want to go and do a silly thing like that? Suppose I could have the limo driver stay home and we could take the Lamborghini.

It's an outside performance at Central Park, dressy casual. If I had my say I'd make clothing optional, but since I'm only a lowly ticket holder, I'll have to settle.

Private to David

[goldentress]

Oh yes, because even I look good in poofy knee-lengths.

I'm sure the Lamborghini will be enough to counteract the effects of dinner, wholesomely keeping me from becoming a spoiled little blonde with a penchant for oatmeal.

David, no one in Albany wants to elect a man who walks around in his natural outfit. I'd be hard-pressed to myself. Just like I have learned to leave the lace pantaloons in the 1800's, you will have to learn to leave behind your animal instincts. Well, most of them.

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

See there, I'm saving your virtue. If the virtue doesn't mind, I might even spring for a chocolate Frosty for dessert, if you promise to play nice.

Which of my "animal instincts" am I allowed to keep, then? Don't take away my tree back scratching, life's not worth living otherwise.

Private to David

[goldentress]

I pinky swear.

Now that is something I have to see! And for the answer to your question, please refer to chapter fifteen of the book that doesn't exist.

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

Touché! Ah ha, never thought I'd see my own flirtation techniques thrust back at me so eagerly!