((This scene was written by a third party, because what's the fun of setting two people like Samus and Aramis up on a date if you don't at least make sure the setting is appropriate
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*He's right here, my lady! Or at least, he will be, when he stops admiring the scenery and concentrates on navigating towards where he's been told he ought to be. Navigating, especially when there's a beautiful woman and alcohol involved, has never been a problem for the chevalier d'Herblay. He's not in the least nervous. He is full of anticipation, but quite unconcerned...*
*Samus would envy him that, if she knew. For her part, she looks forward to the meeting as a glimpse of the anscestry she really aught to be admitting one of these days (she'll get to it, don't rush!). It may also be a pleasant diversion from waiting for her ship to reach Aether's orbit. No one told her what dating meant.*
*Aramis arrives on the shores of the lake, and murmurs in delight over the glowing flowers, before catching sight of Samus a few yards away, at which point he exclaims in gallic gallantry and approaches with an infectiously happy smile. He is wearing a particularly beautiful blue outfit, with silverygrey lace at the shirt-cuffs and boot-cuffs, and the plumes in his hat are as white as clouds*
M'mselle, you are more radiant than these lilies. It is my honour to attend you.
*Samus gives a surprised blink; she'd heard him coming, but hadn't anticipated a greeting like that. She racked her brain for an appropriate response--antique French manners were one area her Chozo teachers had neglected. Still, when in doubt, tease.*
Am I an event, now?
*The left side of her mouth twitches up in a smirk, her right brow rising with the inquiry.*
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M'mselle, you are more radiant than these lilies. It is my honour to attend you.
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Am I an event, now?
*The left side of her mouth twitches up in a smirk, her right brow rising with the inquiry.*
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