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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!

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[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.]