"Christophe? Christophe, you need to get the mail."
"Did jou even zee ze mail truck zis time?"
"I saw it drive by the window, that's why I'm telling you to go get the mail. Please? For me? I'm making us all lunch."
A man with short brown hair and a hooked nose, wearing expensive blue slacks to match his expensive tie, and white button-up vest, groaned as he stepped out the door. A tiny blue and gray machine stood by the door, and with a curt "aller ailleurs, Ivam." It beeped, and rolled out of the room, and into the kitchen, he could hear her talking to little machine-gun Ivam, long since empty of ammo. As he pulled the door open. There stood a man, decked in a blue suit with a matching balaclava, a much older man than he was, judging from the wrinkles he could see.
"Ah, I believe zis," he held out a box. "Iz for ze lady of ze house?"
"Er, Merci." Christophe said, fingers grasping the box gently. As he closed the door on the blue stranger, he put his foot in Christophe's door.
"Jus' zo jou know," He said, quite quietly. "It took ze death of a friend, and my injury I took purposefully to be discharged to get zis to jou. May I come in?"
"Oh. But of course, zhen." He invited the stranger in, closing the door after he entered. "Madeline, iz zere enough food for four? We 'ave a guest."
Madeline walked in, an apron tied around the waist, and auburn hair pulled into a loose french style bun. "Well, bonjour, good sir."
"Bonjour, madame Madeline, was it? I come bringing zhis to jou." He motioned to the box Christophe held. The man handed it over, and she sat on the couch, box in her lap. After looking at it for a second Christophe knelt on the floor, quickly unveiling a butterfly knife and cutting the tape for her, kissing her cheek before siting next to her on the couch.
"I wonder what it is..." She pried the top off, revealing a singed hat reeking of oil and gunpowder. "Christophe?"
"Looks like ze hat plenty of BLU Snipers 'ad. 'elped keep ze sun out of ze eyes." Christophe said, grabbing the hat to inspect it further, while Madeline noticed an envelope fell out of the inside. Grabbing it, she ripped it open, and pulled out the old yellow paper inside.