"Oh, Katie..." LeBeau was still positively swooning over girl's smile, and gazed up at her in absolute worship. "Je t'aime ton sourire... It's like the sun breaking through the clouds on a dark and dreary day, and suddenly everything is bright... Like a sparkling diamond when you open up the jeweller's box... Like the sudden appearance of a regal tiger out of the undergrowth..."
Meghan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that'll do for the clichés, thank you very much."
Newkirk grinned. "You don't know what you've got coming next. It's the best portrayal of canon extras - and practically all the nominees were females!"
Meghan bristled. "Who nominated those? You guys just think of one thing, don't you, when you see a woman."
"I wouldn't say that," Carter placated her.
"Maybe you don't," Meghan granted him. "But these two are always after any Underground girls they set eyes on. And Colonel Hogan. The phenomenon even got a name: the Girl of the Week."
Newkirk snickered. "The Girl of the Week, eh? Every week another girl? I'm in favour of that! There're some pretty cute birds in the Underground here, and you got to admit, there is a terrible scarcity of girls here in the camp."
And there was Baker back with the next results.
"And? Did the girls win?" Expertly, Newkirk filched the paper from him. "Oh, Meghan, you're gonna love this. Pretty girls all around! At least the one male in there does us proud. Here, you better go up on the porch and tell everyone."
Meghan gave him a glare and glanced down at the blue note. "Well, at least those girls are not exactly the dumb blonde type," she huffed, and then she stepped onto the porch.
And Carter sniggered. "The dumb blonde type... Is that how they categorize girls in the future?"
"Well, it's one way, I guess," Newkirk agreed. "If you care for the colour more than the size. Personally, I prefer our size chart!"
But up on the porch, Meghan had gotten the crowd to calm down, and announced,
BEST PORTRAYAL OF CANON EXTRAS
.
Gold:
TIGER
in
The Violins of Autumn
by Belphegor
.
Silver:
Hercules / Ned
in
Fear of Falling
by dust on the wind
.
Bronze:
Marlene Schneider von Heffernick
in
A Honeymoon in Paris
by dust on the wind
"I never knew that old flame of Klink's merited a story of her own," Carter said. "What did she do?"
"Dunno." Newkirk shrugged. "All we know is that she went on a honeymoon to Paris."
"Do you think she was with us then after all?"
"It must have been something. Or who knows, maybe it's just a drooling romance story about her wedding night with that Gestapo count."
"I think the authors would rather write about the Colonel and Tiger when they want to write romance," Carter thought. "So who knows what this author set her up to..." His eyes gleamed. "Maybe she married that old Gestapo Kraut out of vice, and put some deadly poison in his tea the moment they arrived in Paris! Now that would be some story!"
Newkirk shook his head. "You're barmy, mate."