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[fliesonfour]

There is a reason why Saint Valentine is so very popular in France! Who does not like a handwritten note and a little favour at their doorstep, handed over by some pretty damsel-- or stripling? Hm? One should be willing to Rome very far indeed, to execute such a token with care to friends and loved ones, with all the haste of flying on a Cupid's wings!

Indeed, I wonder that everyone does not have a few recipients in mind already, for such favours? And to such an end, this question, most serious:

Is there a shop well-known for sturdy, pretty stationery and good pen-ink? Nothing pigmented, if you please!

If anyone knows of such a place, please point me in its direction. I'd thank you for the tip.

Ah! And for those of you who do not know me yet, salutations and introductions. I am called Joly, and I am a medical student, lately of Paris, presently as shell-shocked as the rest of the company. A pleasure to meet you!

Now, to end with a little seasonal joke, for the medically-minded among us:

Gapeworm is red, Cholera is blue,
Honey helps the lymphs, and lemon does too.
Thou are my love and I am thine;
So stay warm and dry, my Valentine!

It's very sound advice, at that. The winter months are dastardly.

Happy writing!

Comments

[jondrette]

[So rude! But then again, as she has been declared the female Grantaire, wasn't he more enjoyable then, too?

Eponine was happy to continue kissing her dear friend, fingers in his fine hair, a smile on her lips. Eventually, she came up for air.] we should do this more often. Perhaps with less breaking glass.

[fliesonfour]

[Joly often tuned his friend out, truth be given! Much more unseemly, to quit listening when a woman spoke. Musichetta would have had none of such an act!

Sitting back a bit to be more at comfort, he gave a titter, shoulders raised.]

All things better done with less broken glass, assuredly!

[jondrette]

It is true enough.

[she returns to kissing him, working to the side of his mouth. His cheek, then and his jawline.]

[fliesonfour]

[Though Joly had really very little trouble sharing, and even less issue with women who were passably easy to court, still he thought he might ask, out of friendship:]

Eh, though, Eponine, a moment? There is Courfeyrac to think of, and then that Marius fellow.

[Marius he knew held little interest in her, and while he found it difficult to imagine Courfeyrac sticking to any woman jealously, it was still best to clarify.]

Will they not be very cross at us, in being too mouthy?

[jondrette]

[She considers this. She was, as far as she was concerned, courting Courfeyrac. Marius, she simply wanted to make jealous.]

What Courfeyrac and I have is unusual. I cannot believe he would mind too much.

[fliesonfour]

Is that so? Well then.

[He held out an arm to her, so she might make herself more comfortable against him.]

Let us proceed.

[jondrette]

It is so. [She smirked, leaning against him, comfortable in his arms.]

Now kiss me, for I am yours for the night.

[fliesonfour]

[And so, never one to quabble on the manner of kisses, he did so-- and would keep at it in intervals for the night, as they had that long to tarry in it.]