"And who might such an 'in' young fellow such as you be?" she asked in the most sultry voice that she could muster up. Sultry was in.
"An 'in' young fellow such as me might be Count Olaf." He grinned down at her. She was very short. When he had put that advertisement in the paper he had not expected Esme Squalor to actually show up. It had been a sort of joke. A joke that was working out far better then he had expected.
"And who might a gorgeous 'in' babe such as you be?" he asked her. He was still smiling.
"Such a gorgeous 'in' babe such as me might be Esme Squalor." She told him with a grin. She liked his compliments. Giving compliments were very in and getting them were even more in.
"Well, I am very pleased to meet you Esme Squalor."
"And I am very pleased to meet you Count Olaf. You look as if you could be a very 'in' friend for me to have." Or more then a friend, she thought.
"Likewise!" he shot back. "Let the acting begin!" he shouted in a sort of announcers voice.
