"If fancying is canceled because of the weather, replace the activity with music instead." –chachingmel123, "When the Rain Stops"

As the Agreste mansion's music room filled with Gounod's majestic strains, Plagg rose from his hero's pocket and began bobbing appreciatively back and forth in time to the melody. "Nice," he said. "The overture to Roméo et Juliette, isn't it?"

Adrien nodded. "It seemed appropriate," he said, "since I'm only doing this as a replacement for fancying class. Apparently M. Roué doesn't think the worst October thunderstorm in ten years is a suitable time to learn how to properly get one's heart snared by a pretty face. Go figure."

"Eh, just as well, really," said Plagg. "I always said it was a waste of good money, sending you to a class like that."

Adrien paused in the middle of a scale, and gave him a sharp look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Plagg grinned. "Just that I've seen how you react when Ladybug's around," he said, "and I'm pretty sure you already know everything there is to know about fancying her."

"She was a cat bugler, known for slipping in undetected, and leaving no trace." –missdragongirl, "Chat Burglar"

"Roger!" Mme. Raincomprix whispered urgently to her husband. "Roger, wake up! There's someone in the parlor, playing Taps to the cat!"

Her husband sat bolt upright, his eyes gleaming with constabulary zeal. "On it!" he said, leaping out of bed with a heavy thud. "Don't you worry, honey! That law-breaking fiend's picked the wrong house this time!"

He snatched up his revolver from off the bureau and tiptoed downstairs, careful to make no sound that could be heard over the blaring bugle. Unfortunately, this caused him to take more time than he usually would have; by the time he approached the parlor door, the bugler on the other side was already reaching the last few notes. It was now or never…

He twisted the doorknob, shoved, and burst into the room, holding his revolver out in front of him. "Freeze!" he shouted. "In the name of the…"

Then he lowered his gun, and stared in infuriated bafflement at the same scene as half a dozen others before him: a half-open window, the curtains rustling slightly in the breeze, and a room that was completely empty save for the happily purring calico reclining in the middle of the carpet. He groaned, and buried his face in his hands. "Curses!" he lamented. "Another victory for the Cat Bugler! Is there no stopping this fiendish mastermind?"

The faint, mocking laughter of the wind was his only reply.

"He didn't miss the subtle glances in his direction from his piers." –DFTBAPleaseandThankyou, "Enveloped"

"I'm telling you, boss, you're imagining things," said Nino. "I've been keeping tabs on all the boys, and there ain't nobody been talking disloyal about you."

Adrien shook his head. "Not when you're around, maybe, Nino," he said. "They know you're my man, and they wouldn't blow their secret anywhere you could hear. But something's up, all the same. I didn't get to be Paris's biggest waterfront boss without having a sense for these things; I can tell it in the looks they give me when I go out to the piers." He scowled. "It must be that stinking union agitator, Dupain-what's-her-name. She's been making trouble ever since she moved into my territory; it's high time I did something about her."

"Amen to that, boss," said Nino. "You want me to get some of the boys together and pay her a visit?"

Adrien chuckled grimly, and stroked his jet-black ring. "No, there's no need for you boys to get your hands dirty," he said. "I can arrange a neat little cataclysm for her all on my own."

"' . . . She can have him right now, to be honest,' Marinette replied with a rye laugh." –BelleBasBleue, "Imagine"

"Ew!" said Alya, and reached for a napkin to brush off the crumbs of half-chewed rye bread that her friend's laugh had sprayed over her shirt. "Seriously, Marinette, next time wait till you swallow, okay?"

"Sorry," said Marinette, covering her mouth contritely. "I should have known I couldn't say that with a straight face. I mean, seriously – me, being willing to let Chloe have Adrien? Me, Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Get real, right?"

"Oh, totally," said Alya, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "We all know you really want him to end up with Lila."

And Marinette, who happened to have just taken another bite from her roll, doubled over and sprayed the ground with another barrage of saliva and rye crumbs. "Oh, Alya, please!" she gasped hoarsely. "You're going to make me choke!"