[thirty nine] Ah, Paris.

[goodgrasshopper]

I've never been to Paris before.  Food, museums, art...

Thom!  Where are you?  We're going to get some culture.  And I think you need a beret.

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[giftedtwin]

What on earth is a beret?

[goodgrasshopper]

It's a kind of a hat. Fabric, and a little puffy. I'll get one too. You'll see. They're cool. Where are you?

[giftedtwin]

I have no idea; this place is strange to me. [He's so lost. And probably nearly got hit by a car a couple times.] There's a tower with a golden statue on top of it.

[He's talking about the July Column.]

[goodgrasshopper]

...I should be able to find you. Where are you in relation to the tower?

[notarrowette]

Molly. You, me. Croissants.

[goodgrasshopper]

DONE. And there need to be berets, Cissie. Red for you. For me... something that won't clash with my hair.

[notarrowette]

Black's a classic. Or maybe white--or cream? We'll have to shop. In Paris.

Also, as a warning? I plan to eat as many pastries and breads and cheeses as I can handle, and if I make myself sick on baguettes? I can recover back on the Barge.

[goodgrasshopper]

There will be shopping. It will be awesome. I'll cut Thom loose for an afternoon. I'm pretty sure he'll be happy to be rid of me for a while.

And I like the way you think. Recovery is for when we're not on vacation.

[strangehstorian]

It's so pretty!

[goodgrasshopper]

I know! I've never been to the Paris on my world--I wonder if I can stay awake the entire time to enjoy it properly.

[strangehstorian]

Awake?

[goodgrasshopper]

Well, we're getting a port that doesn't terrify us or make us want to run screaming--I don't want to miss a minute. [grin]