Just something written for theperiscope's VFD challenge. :)
"Ooh, Violet! I think I know what VFD stands for now."
Violet turned to him with a smile. They were lounging around together in Violet's hotel room. It had been a hectic week. Count Olaf had been captured, due largely to Violet's inventions (though Sunny and Klaus had aided more than a small part). Hector's hot air balloon had been found, lassoed, and brought back down to earth. It was a pretty tearful reunion, and the Baudelaires and Quagmires had wanted nothing more than to relax, do nothing, and think nothing for a week or so while relaxing at Hotel Denouement. There was plenty of time to figure their lives' enigmas, now.
Violet and Duncan had just been sitting and enjoying each other's company, Violet was examining the cracks in the ceiling, and Duncan was doodling…something…in his notebook.
"What does it stand for, Duncan?" The two were a couple now. It felt nice, not to worry about things for once. Maybe it was possible to just be young and in love.
Duncan laughed, thrusting his notebook at her.
Violet studied the paper, attempting to appear annoyed and/or horror-struck, but a grin slowly snuck over her face. On the page in Duncan's notebook was a small pornographic sketch involving the two of them, and the words: Violet Fucks Duncan
She threw the notebook at Duncan, and it bounced off his head and fell to the floor.
"Very Funny, Duncan."