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Napoleon's raising eyebrow froze. Angelic? His partner's strained face suddenly cracked a smile as the innkeeper lady was walking up to them with two bowls.
"Some more, boys?"
Napoleon shook his head. They had to...
"Oh yes, madam! It's delicious, really!"
This young blond man was really nice, she thought. The other one, too, though he looked like to be a bit confused, at the moment.
"Er, madam, this seminar... what is it about?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Oh... I'm just saying, you wouldn't believe it. Those noisy fellows..." She shook her head. "They're ..." She pursed her lips. "... bird watchers!"
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They kept silent for awhile until the innkeeper moved away.
"Bird watchers?" Napoleon rubbed his chin. "Illya... Are you sure it was... Angelique?"
The Russian smirked.
"Though the creature...", he paused, savoring his friend's rolling eyes, "... isn't a close friend of mine...", he waved his fingers in a very evocative gesture, "I can still identify a black widow spider when I see one..."
"I was just asking..."
Illya shook his head with a disgusted look, "No, there's no mistake, Napoleon... which means... we've to report about it."
"Which means that our three days' leave... Illya? What..."
"Hush... First things first..."
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The lady nodded in approval and picked up the empty bowls.
"For dessert, there's apple pie or..." She smiled at the charming blond. "They..." She looked back at the hallway, "... asked for something special. You'd like "soufflé Grand Marnier"?"
She frowned as the brunet chuckled.
"Soufflés will be great, madam!" Illya purred while kicking his partner on the leg, in order to wipe away the stupid smirk. Napoleon winced and nodded apologetically.
"You're very kind, madam. Soufflés are a treat..."
As she was leaving, Illya pointed at his friend, "Fun's over! You're CEA, Napoleon. You've to report to Mr Waverly..."