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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

There is a Cuthbert, sitting at the bar with dinner.

There is also a newly acquired leatherbound notebook in which things--mostly lists, from the look of it--are being written and occasionally scribbled out. Mostly in the High Speech, though he's also taking the opportunity for more practice writing English.

There is also a recycled entrance post, but shhh.

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[awesome_lilly]

"If we count my demonic wedding to Alain, one more than you," Lilly says promptly, not giggling. Nope, not at all.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"You don't know that, actually."

For a moment, there's a look that Lilly might be able to recognize, by now, from all the times she's stumbled on something doomy. Then,

"And considering yours and Alain's was not so much planned at all, I'd say I still have the edge."

[awesome_lilly]

"Very well," Lilly replies, conceding more graciously than she might have done if she hadn't caught the look in Cuthbert's eyes.

"No Aquanet. But if your hair's windblown in the pictures, you have only yourself to blame."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"I happen to think the windblown look works rather well for me, actually."

There's a part of Bert that's consciously steering the conversation elsewhere. But hey, don't knock the windblown look.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly brightens.

"I forgot, you won't have to worry about your hair because of the ruffly wedding bonnet!"