So, the enchanted mistletoe is in place.

[contraltoflute]

[...and Descole, typically, has ended up caught under it. Since she can't step out from under it, she's resorted to just sitting down in the middle of the floor, leaning against thin air. If it works, why not? She might as well take advantage of it the best she can, she reasons. She's not exactly happy about what she suspects this is going to entail - she knows mistletoe when she sees it - so she's trying to calm herself down about the whole thing along with waiting for someone to come along to help her out.]

Comments

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

That's not a very nice way to greet someone. At this rate we'll never be able to bury our past differences, good lady.

[contraltoflute]

I assure you, Layton, I'm perfectly content with the company I have in this place, and not in the slightest inclined to 'bury our past differences".

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Company? You appear very much alone to me.

[contraltoflute]

I have company who share my rooms.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Rather scandalous of you.

[contraltoflute]

My quarters have separate bedrooms, Professor.

Now, if you'd care to leave me be, it'd be much appreciated.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

But you are trapped and a gentleman must always assist a lady in need.

[contraltoflute]

I'm quite content here, I can assure you.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

For how long?

[contraltoflute]

For as long as it takes for anyone but you to come along!

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

That is no way to talk to your political opponent.

[contraltoflute]

...how am I your political opponent?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

We are running against each other in the election, are we not?

[contraltoflute]

...I had no plans to do that myself.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You... didn't? So you have someone running in your place?

[contraltoflute]

...well. I dunno.

[Descole your accent is slipping.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You did say you were French, didn't you?

[contraltoflute]

...I don't remember ever saying that.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Well, my Descole is French.

[contraltoflute]

Bully for him. I'm not.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Where are you from then?

[contraltoflute]

What does it matter to you? I doubt you'd even know the place, it's hardly the sort of place a fine gentleman like yourself would care about.

[And now your sarcasm is showing, Descole.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

It's Essex, isn't it?

[contraltoflute]

Pretty wide range you've got there. ...yeah, though.

And now that we've ascertained where in the world I'm from, can you just leave me alone already?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Now that I know you're from such a vile blemish on the otherwise beautiful surface of England I wouldn't go anywhere near you.