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[lereveur]

You're waiting for a train . . .

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[lereveur]

Is that why you're so grumpy lately? All work and no play for my poor Arthur.

I know just the thing to fix this! ♥

[ At this rate, he will refuse to ever visit again. Or for a month, at most, and she will be terribly cross with him for it. ]

A couple is acceptable. [ For she intends to convince him to consuming more. ] Wine and sweets are the perfect pair. It's like us.

[pointedlook]

I play. Sometimes.

Why do I get a sinking feeling when you say that?

[ MAL WHAT ARE YOU PLOTTING ]

Obviously you're the sweets. [ Oh, smooth. ]

[lereveur]

Your playing is questionable at best. This is why you have me.

Trust me, chérie.

[ NOTHING, SHE IS INNOCENT OF ALL TERRIBLE THINGS YOU'RE THINKING OF, ARTHUR. ]

You are a red wine then, I've decided.