"You're welcome," Bastien says, with matched I mean it weight, and lingers for a moment longer before standing up. Not quite leaving, but willing to. "If you have time later, maybe you could come help me with the dining hall. The extra one. I am trying to brighten it up—some art would not hurt, I think. But I don't actually know anything about... anything. So you could tell me what you think."
With a gradually-growing smile, Benedict nods. "That's-- yes. I'd like that." He's never done anything artistic on a large scale, but it may as well be time to try.
He’s say to call him, but that would be rude, given the impossibility.
“You are working for the Ambassador now, ouais? I am up there all the time to trade papers back and forth—if I see you on a day when you have time, you can let me know. Or just come find me.”
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He’s say to call him, but that would be rude, given the impossibility.
“You are working for the Ambassador now, ouais? I am up there all the time to trade papers back and forth—if I see you on a day when you have time, you can let me know. Or just come find me.”
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"Yes. Good. I will."