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[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in via the front door. He's carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder. Immediately he scans the crowd for Penny, until his eyes pass where the hole should be. The bag falls to the floor with a loud clatter*

Damn it! I'm too frickin' late!

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[mnt_raph]

*groans when he hears "action figure"*

You were in a painting? Really? Had no idea.

[balletrat]

*Meg grins.* Oh, get over it. You're popular. Deal.

*She shrugs.* One or two. Degas liked ballet girls. I mean, not in that way, but he liked painting us. *She looks rather proud.* Also I was the ankles of that sculpture he did of the little ballet girl - the girl he hired as a model had a big scar on her ankle, so he used mine. Someone told me that sculpture's kind of famous these days, so aparently I've got immortal ankles . . .

[mnt_raph]

Huh. Should I ever get home to work again, I'll have to check that out.

[balletrat]

*Meg grins wickedly.* And you know what? In the Degas book that Beth gave me to look at, guess where it said that sculpture was on display? Guess. Go on. You can hardly get it wrong . . .

[mnt_raph]

*puts on show of effort*
London?

[balletrat]

*Meg looks mock aghast.*

I wouldn't allow even my ankles alone to be on display in London. Dieu, they're practically a national treasure - they oughtn't to leave the country, let alone go to the Brits - how could you suggest such sacrilege?

[mnt_raph]

Just an asshole I guess.

[balletrat]

*She shakes her head sorrowfully.*

Well, I'll forgive you, on one condition - you bring Penny and go visit my ankles in the Louvre. They must be getting terribly lonely, poor things.

[mnt_raph]

You're really persistant.
Anyone ever tell you that?

[balletrat]

*Meg, too, can pull out the sarcasm when necessary. She giggles.*

No, actually, you're the first one ever to notice that, ever.. What can I say, you're the only one who brings out the true stubborn pestiness in me . . .

[mnt_raph]

Mmm. Count me twice blessed then.

[balletrat]

Oh, yes. You should consider yourself very honored indeed. *She grins.* If the bar were here, I'd ask it to make you another badge. D'you still have that 'Master of the Obvious' one I gave you the other day?

[mnt_raph]

*mumbles*
mighta found it in my pocket, yeah

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles gleefully.*

Well, for you I think that one is a keeper.

[mnt_raph]

*shakes his head and sighs*

[balletrat]

*Meg looks innocently back at him.* What?

[mnt_raph]

Nuthin'. Nuthin' at all.

*Penny heads for the kitchen, and shortly afterward beckons Raph to join her.*

Uh, 'scuse me.

*he heads into the kitchen*

[ooc: time for sleepy sleep sleep. Meg is so damn cute!!]

[balletrat]

*Meg grins mischievously and waves to them as they disappear.*

[OOC: Hehe - night! A blast playing with you as always :)]