Tada! Here comes Constance! Her first appearance in one of my little fluffy dialogues.

What is always to be expected when an angry Constance confronts Aramis, the ladie's man? Yeah, exactly..!

"Look who's brighten our day, Porthos! Constance, it's always a pleasure to … OUCH!"

"Ha ha, 'Mis, she really knows how to make an entrance!"

"Oh, shut up, you moron! Men!"

"What for this time?"

"For giving d'Artagnan 'good advices' how to spoil a woman."

"Did I?"

"Didn't you tell him that from time to time a woman loves to be spoiled by a man?"

"I can't remember using the exact words but yes, that sounds like me. Nevertheless I can't see anything wrong in it."

"So, what did the boy do, Constance?"

"This morning, he came to my house and told me since my husband would be absent for the next few days he was going to cook for me. He hold out the prospect of a delicious dinner to me, I only had to relax and let him do all the work."

"Well, so far that sounds good to me."

"Oh, it did sound fantastic. However, he carried a pheasant with him - complete with feathers, head and claws. That's when I started worrying. He then told me to go for a nice little walk."

"Uh-oh! I suppose your return wasn't pleasant?"

"Not really. When I came back my neighbors stood in front of my house, observing my kitchen window. I think they were a bit worried about the black smoke pouring out of it."

"Mon dieu!"

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain, Aramis! You of all…"

"Pardon. Go on."

"Well, I ran up the stairs into my kitchen where d'Artagnan sat on a chair, is hand wrapped in a wet towel. There was something black smoldering on my hearth, smoke drifted across the room and pheasant feathers were scattered all over the place."

"Oh my…"

"Your friend had burnt his hand while trying to 'rescue' the poor bird from the flames. And you know what he said then?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me immediately."

"He said: 'That was the last time I've taken advice from Aramis!'"

"He, it's not my fault he got himself into such a mess!"

"Well, but as you've been the initiator of this 'mess', you'll come along with me now to tend to your friends' hand and help me clean up my kitchen."

"Yes, Madame, it will be my pleasure."

"Ha ha, 'Mis, always the ladie's man … Ouch! What was that for?"

"For mocking your friend!"

"See, Porthos, that's a woman after my fancy: After a fiery entrance she also knows how to make a graceful exit."