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The only thing contributing to Piers' good mood was the fact that they would be leaving this place soon. The French, man. They were getting to him - which was funny, really, because Piers himself was French. He was born in France, spent many years in France, spoke fluent French and had many French family members.
But these people?
Dramatic.
He was ready to go.
He was just glad that it was time for the feast. One last meal of food that was a smidge too healthy, a couple hours of watching teenagers dance (and cringing the whole time, he imagined) and then they could be on their way.
Schmoe's robes were really the icing on the cake.
"Evening," he murmured to Carmine as he passed her seat.
"Lookin' sharp, Schmoe," he called out to the pastel blob down at the end of the table. Really great. Brilliant. |