Bonjour, Madame le Vicomtess, do pardon my rather abrupt dropping in, but, ah–
I was offering Monsieur le Vicomte some tea as a bit of a thank you for helping my dear André when he got himself injured, and when I asked, he mentioned you might like some.
I have a bit of an assortment here, and since I don't drink any of it myself and André has his own little stash, I thought I'd offer up whatever you'd like. I will say, it's, heh, not even remotely enough of a payment for you putting up with the two of us – especially me – but I just wanted to make the offer.
–Monsieur R. Firmin, @memoirsofamanager
@memoirsofamanager
“Oh! Oh, this is so lovely,” There was an interesting past between them, over time they hadn’t seen much of each other and Christine didn’t think he or André would want to speak to her after everything at the Opera house, although it seemed Raoul had spoken to them and gave some assistance as well, something which hadn’t been mentioned before.
Christine looked at the assortment of tea being offered, eying the ginger and peppermint teas, this was perfect.
“Do not worry, I love this, and I am glad Raoul was able to help you both.”












