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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's staked out the usual corner of the usual couch. Tea, for a change, and french fries. He's starting a new book, obtained by the usual method of asking the bar for something interesting. It's in English, this time: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by a man named L. Frank Baum.

So far, the little girl has just been swept up by a great wind, and dropped in a country full of slow mutants, killing an evil witch thereby.

Alain is still figuring out whether he likes this story.

Tucked into the book as a bookmark is a note the bar produced with his food.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly has just been having a lovely conversation with Fleur. It's put her in a great mood, as may be obvious from the way she bounces over to Alain. If not, the way she leans over the book to kiss him should make it clear.

"What up, sai?"

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He smiles up at her, settling a hand on her hip.

"You're in a good mood."

[awesome_lilly]

"I had a good day," Lilly says happily.

"Indy let me paint his toenails, and Fleur and I had a great talk."

She doesn't say about what.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain has met Fleur.

This is why he doesn't ask.

He laughs. "Indy's a brave man."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly plops down next to him.

"You know, gunslingers are supposed to be brave too. And yet, I have never painted your toenails. Why is that, 'lain?"

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Promptly, "Because you know me too well."

No, he doesn't really believe it either.

There's an arm loosely around her waist.

[awesome_lilly]

"You can never really know a man until you have made his toenails sparkle," Lilly says solemnly.

Well, as solemnly as she can.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

This is not terribly solemn.

Alain eyes her.

And then he starts to snicker.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly beams. Making Alain laugh just increased the general awesomeness of her day. She nestles a little closer to him and catches sight of his book.

"Ooh, you're reading the Wizard of Oz? See, that should teach you the importance of sparkly feet!"

[leplusbeau]

Speak of the devil veela!

Fleur is batting her eyelashes at the Alain.

"'ello, p'tit."

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"Hello, Fleur."

It's the amused and friendly kind of wariness.

[leplusbeau]

She reaches out and pinches his cheek.

"Look at you! Finally! Really, if I did not know better, I would think being a gunslinger meant being undersexed. Good for you!"

She beams!

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain puts up with the cheek pinching with reasonably good grace, although his eyebrows go up and he does pull away a bit.

Also, there's a slow flush starting around his neck. Fleur is... direct.

Drily, "Thankee-sai."

[leplusbeau]

Not deterred at all. "You are very welcome! Iz alwayz wonderful to see young...well, passion of any kind! Everyone should embrace these thingz more, you know." And helpfully, she leans in. "And really, you should let her go with the her urge to paint thingz. I love it when Bill letz me braid hiz hair."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

The amusement is growing.

"I'll keep it in mind."

[leplusbeau]

"You should! Iz very good for you!" Her eyes are dancing.

And tries to refrain from asking very specific questions.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain appreciates that.

No, really, he does.

"I see why the two of you get along."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Ooh, french fries. Puck likes the smell of greasy potato foods. Unobtrusively, he draws nearer.

Well, he's not in Total Invisible Stealth Mode, so perhaps he's being a bit obtrusive.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Without looking up from his book, "Long days and pleasant nights."

Now he glances up.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He tilts his head. Val's said that to him before.

"And to you," he replies. Yum, french fries.

"Is it wonderful?"

He means the book.

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Alain blinks.

"--Oh, the book?" He shrugs. "Not sure yet."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"You aren't going to judge it by its cover?"

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain does not know this proverb.

Also, the cover is plain brown fabric.

He looks mildly puzzled. "...Hadn't planned to."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Probably for the best," he agrees with a shrug, being himself none too impressed by the cover.

"I've seen you now and again, good sir, but I don't think we've met. I feel most remiss."

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A quick smile.

"Alain Johns."

He offers a hand.