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[juvante]

[one of the several issues pertaining to mayfield is the lack of culture in monaco's eyes. the front yard of her assigned household has been adorned with a small desk table and a chair, a palette set to the side as she delicately flicks the finishing touches of a paint brush onto a petite canvas

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[lotuslife]

[oh hey shady unclassy dealings I can get by this]

.....

[juvante]

[she is the classiest of the classiest

pausing mid-sip and staring over the rim of the bottle

and somehow staying completely deadpan in the process]

[lotuslife]

...What sort of alcohol is that?

[juvante]

[she almost looks offended for a second but her face quickly reverts to normal. surely that was just...a trick of the light] Champagne, the finest of all wines. It is unforunate that they don't carry any Moët et Chandon, but I suppose I can settle for the inferior American brand.

[no_bullying]

[Just sorta like watching you and trying not to seem like she's watching it would be better if there was a bush to hide in and jump out from.]

[juvante]

[unfortunately, she stares right back. just be thankful she doesn't loom threateningly fufufu. the blank expression still remains on her face, but there's a hint of curiosity in her expression.]

Ah, bonjour?

[no_bullying]

[oh snap]

Hello!

[juvante]

[she sees everything. she might be narrowing her eyes a little, but her features soften because fff cute youngins are a weakness.]

Hello, cherie. Are you lost?

[cheesewithwine]

[Your sister from another series isn't watching you...really.

Only she is watching you.]

[juvante]

[sister from another mister~

this is going to be a staring contest...except for the fact that she can't see very well over the top of the bottle. she hastily sets it aside, adjusting her glasses as she stares directly at fransu without any shame. however, she is known for her etiquette, so she offers a small smile.

an uncomfortable smile, at that. why is this woman watching her does she have something on her face. she might be reaching up to ensure that she doesn't now.]

Bonjour, madame.

[cheesewithwine]

[She just smiles back after she notices her staring..]

Bonjour~.

[juvante]

[the glory of another french-speaking individual! she visibly brightens, studying the other woman with thinly veiled interest.]

Puis-je t'aider?

[muskatli]

[Passing by with a paper shopping bag and the customary baguette poking out of the top]

'Morning!

[juvante]

Bonjour, madame Hungary. [her eyes flicker toward the familiar sight of a baguette, a genuine smile flitting across her face.]

Ah, is that a baguette? I was not aware they sold those here.

[muskatli]

The food here looks like it came out of a magazine. I'm not sure the locals know how to use this [she waves her bag vaguely] properly.

[turns about to peek] Hit by inspiration, perhaps?

[juvante]

I suppose not. At the very least, I'm pleased to see they have fine taste in bread and pastries.

Yes. The land isn't quite as beautiful as it is at home, but the gardens are quite spectacular. It would be an appropriate painting to hang on the walls in order to add my own culture to the house I've been forced to live in.

[iwillstandout]

[Himeko is surprised at the sudden classy lady here. She's just kind of watching, wondering what's happening here.]

[juvante]

[the classiest of the classiest. she lifts her gaze to meet himeko's...while still shuffling the cards almost flawlessly. after a few minutes of analyzing the girl, she sets her gaze onto the unfinished painting.]

Bonjour, cherie. May I help you with something?

[iwillstandout]

I was just wondering what you were doing. I hadn't expected to run into an artist here.

[juvante]

Attempting to improve the horrible decor of the house they've caged me in by creating a few paintings of my own. If I would be allowed to, I would tear down that household and build an extravagant masterpiece in its place.