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kitchen_maid) wrote2006-03-01 12:36 am
Late Mardi Gras Night, Hallway Outside Room 203
Amy makes her way down the hallway, still in the trailing gown of amethyst-colored brocade, and the ropes of diamonds and amethysts, and that ridiculous and heavy for-very-best-occasions crown.
She is not looking especially Cheerful.
All she really wants to do is get to her room and change back into normal clothes.
She is not looking especially Cheerful.
All she really wants to do is get to her room and change back into normal clothes.

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Perry stands there, bewildered a moment, before his automatic reaction kicks in and he bows--graceful, courtly, and utterly dissimiliar to his usual manner of greeting.
It's possible he doesn't exactly recognize her.
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Amy may not be in the mood to be exactly fair to Perry.
So she makes him a curtsey that is every bit as graceful and courtly as his bow was, and says, "Good evening, King Algernon."
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"Amy? Is that you?"
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Just glares.
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"Alright, it isn't my fault, you know. Whatever it is."
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And then as amused a smile as she can manage, given that the crown is starting to give her a headache.
"I wouldn't go downstairs if I were you, Perry. People are getting . . . costumed. Poor Cimorene wond up with wings."
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His eyebrows raise slightly, but all he does is take a step forward and gesture to the very heavy looking crown.
"Can I hold that for you? And really, you oughtn't be that surprised--I only saw the dress and the crown and I suppose it surprised me."
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"And if all you saw was the dress and the crown, I suppose I should be glad you didn't run straight off to hide in an arbor," she adds, starting to giggle.
She can appreciate the absurdity of the situation. Now that she's not wearing the crown.
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"I would never have made it," he laughs. "The nearest stairway is past you, isn't it?"
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The train, it must be admitted, rather fills the hallway behind her.
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"Perhaps a bit of both," he says, after a moment of thought. "Although really it is simply very rude to go bolting past someone instead of stopping to greet them, isn't it?"
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And then she laughs.
"Unless, of course, you think this look suits me."
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"Would you care for a cup of tea, Perry? After I change into something less . . . heavy, I mean."
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He gestures to the crown.
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She unlocks the door to her room and steps into her room. "Be with you in a moment," she says, and shuts the door.
It takes rather longer than a moment, really, but it's hard to get out of a dress like that when you have help. When she opens the door again she looks thoroughly Amyish, in a very simple grey wool dress, bare feet, and her usual two necklaces.
"Come in, Perry."
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"Thank you."
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She grins at him.
"I suppose I should make you go downstairs and see what sort of ridiculous outfit you come back in," she says, putting the kettle on to boil.
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And then she looks back over her shoulder at him. "I'm sure you look very dashing in ermine, Perry."
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He looks down at his (somewhat stained) doublet, and smiles.
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"How do you take your tea, Perry?"
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"And I shouldn't say 'worst', you know. Only different."
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"I'd forgotten how much I disliked dressing like that. It's been almost a year, after all."
She settles confortably into the window seat.
"And how are you this evening, Perry?"
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In a very handwaved conversation, no doubt."And both Dar and I would welcome your company."
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"Will Dar be ready to ride soon, do you think?"
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With long reins. Which they can't do for too long, because it's rather cold out.
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Perry finishes his tea.
"But do remember that the offer remains open, my dear kitchen maid."
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He gets a very sweet smile, fond and content.
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"I suppose I ought to let you recover from your evening as a princess, Amy."
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"Probably. It may take rather a lot of recovery," she says, with a rather melodramtic sigh. "Besides, it's getting horridly late, isn't it?"
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"Good night, kitchen maid! Pleasant dreams."
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"Lavender's blue," he whistles, "rosemary's green."