Salut Londres!~
I wondered why your père was so angry… and of course not, I hid the bottle behind my back!~ I have such clever ideas sometimes, oui?
Erm, are you sure you want to know, ma cheri? Maybe I should save it for say, when we meet up to go shopping?
Ah, a picnic sounds nice: I shall bring some delicious French food! I just hope that New York does not bring those dégoûtant burgers. And Londres; why don't you just bring some nice strawberries or something, non? Do not worry your pretty little head about cooking~
Papa was a little bit touchy about Eurovision this year. I think it was the fact that it was not sung in French. But the singer looked a lot like my papa! I almost thought he had gone onto stage and started singing himself! I must say, your… boy band wasn't too bad this year. They were extremely good looking, which made up for their singing.
Maybe it wasn't Amérique after all; ah, I remember. It was Uncle Mathieu! He looks so much like Uncle Alfred I get so confused sometimes. I get confused a lot, though…
Mon dieu, I have to go! Reply soon, ma belle Londres~
Love Paris xxxxx
Hey Paris
Ah, ok. So long as he didn't see… Wait a sec – behind your back? What about when you were walking away?
…Perhaps you're right. I'm not sure I even want to know. Hey, speaking of shopping, what was with your turning up as I was leaving a meeting this morning demanding 'fun and ice-cream'? You never really explained it the time; you just sort of dragged me across Piccadilly Circus until we found an ice-cream van outside St James' Park. Now, I understand that you couldn't pay for yourself because you only had euros on you, but you still owe me for the last time, so I'd appreciate it if you paid me back next time, ok?
Oh, I don't mind cooking, honestly! I enjoy it! I can get out dad's old cookbook and make some scones or something~
Ah, I thought I was the only one who noticed that! Well, I didn't actually pay much attention, but I had to reassure Dad that he hadn't come last. Again. So I watched a little, and saw clips of your dad's act. And don't start hitting on Blue! They're too old… or young… or sophisticated for you.
Ah, I see. Yes, I too find it extremely difficult to tell the difference between them. Speaking if which, have you… erm… seen Ottawa lately? How is he? I haven't seen him in a while. Well, if you see him, say hi for me okay?
From London
P.S. I really don't understand why you insist on addressing me as London when you write, yet you were the first one to start calling me Lizzy in the first place. Do you remember how Dad hated the name? He insisted you call me Elizabeth. Gosh, that was such a long time ago, wasn't it?
