[ If there's any lesson to be learned from being taken away from his home it is that things have a chance to be amended. He knows that Marie wasn't The Problem, but part of a whole. He'd just never gotten the opportunity to tell her that. Is he prettying himself up in record time to bare his heart? No, damn it.
He wants to see how cute this reincarnation of his queen is!
His inner Karen has him asking to see the manager before he seats himself, smiling pleasantly. Maybe it isn't the insufferable Karen he's capable of being, but it certainly is the presumptuous kind. The staff aren't there to summon Marie, France. At least he's a pretty peacock perched in the sunshine. We're assuming sunshine. What French establishment is open beyond five? ]
[ Perhaps meeting her beloved France while clad in common maid clothing would be an insult to her former status as a Queen, especially as they're meeting for the first time in person. That's why she decides to undo her usual "manager" clothing, which she wears as a way to blend in with her employees, and clad herself in her normal outfit, which still radiates the royal shine of a woman who has been chosen by God at birth and is still beloved by people in Lunatia.
He won't need to wait long, nor does he have to pull a Karen and bellow for her. Marie walks up to his table, excitement tuckered behind one of her lovely smiles. She has to contain herself from doing anything more than greet him, already enamoured with his appearance. Something in the back of her mind tells her that she had met him before, but it might just be a fantasy subconsciously coconcted by herself to make their encounter more romantic.
She gives him a graceful courtsey, her large crown-like hat perfectly balanced on her head. ]
France, mon chér... I am so enlightened to finally meet you in person!
[ Being several centuries removed from revolution really does improve the opinion of a person, though he could say that even during those times he'd never hated her personally. His smile is genuine and bright when he sees her approach. He stands to greet her with a shallow bow in reply to her curtsey.
This isn't the first time he's met a reincarnated spirit from his past by any means, but she feels similar to his Marie. It was a bizarre but familiar enough experience that he doesn't feel unsettled. ]
You're radiant, Marie. [ His brow furrows ] Unless you would prefer to be addressed by your title of course; I feel a bit strange addressing you this informally.
[ That doesn't stop him from offering her a seat before he takes up his own. ]
I'm ashamed that it took this long. Will you forgive me?
Oh, no, please do not be obliged to express any formality. Just Marie is perfect to me.
[ She's a former Queen, though she likes being addressed that way in other venues outside of this one. Her spirit origins gave her the appearance she had in the most glorious years of her life, but nothing can change the fact Marie Antoinette's earthly history is over and what remains of her is the ghost of her former self that was accepted by the Throne of Heroes. Despite her attachment to France, she wants to have more of a friendly relationship with him than one of absolute formality.
The past is past her. What matters now is the present.
Slipping into her seat when he offers it to her, she thanks him with a fond merci. She finds no need to refuse the gesture despite her previous claim. ]
Do not ever think you have wronged me for taking this long. It is rather the other way around; I should have seeked you much earlier, since I got word about you from Austria.
[ France got few opportunities to make a second first impression, at least with mortals. Barring the brief time at one his more infamous Halloween parties, the Parisian hasn't seen his Queen since she passed. Alas. The past is left best for the past.
Right now, he's happy to have a little tête-à-tête with Marie and work on that friendly relationship. Her apology comes with an almost impish smirk. ]
I bet that was a very fond reunion. How are you two getting along?
[ Did Austria ever tell France that he was in a rather amorous event with their little link here? Let's create a scandal and say 'no', though it wouldn't be a scandal, and more of a carrot France could dangle over the poor man's head. ]
I'm a little envious that he's got more time to spend with you. We should have a dinner date sometime soon, if you're free.
We are definitely close friends! Our relationship had developed as such pretty quickly, although I never learned of your existence as actual people until I landed in this world. It just shows that my bond with what was once my home country still runs deep.
[ Settling on her seat, she daintily rests her hands on her lap under the table. ]
Oh, oui, definitely! There are plenty restaurants here, so the choice is vast and varied, unless you already have one place in mind.
[ She's trying not to let her heart burst from the overwhelming emotions talking with France brings her. There's so much she wants to say, but decides to clam up before she goes on a tangent and ends up talking over him. ]
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He wants to see how cute this reincarnation of his queen is!
His inner Karen has him asking to see the manager before he seats himself, smiling pleasantly. Maybe it isn't the insufferable Karen he's capable of being, but it certainly is the presumptuous kind. The staff aren't there to summon Marie, France. At least he's a pretty peacock perched in the sunshine. We're assuming sunshine. What French establishment is open beyond five? ]
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He won't need to wait long, nor does he have to pull a Karen and bellow for her. Marie walks up to his table, excitement tuckered behind one of her lovely smiles. She has to contain herself from doing anything more than greet him, already enamoured with his appearance. Something in the back of her mind tells her that she had met him before, but it might just be a fantasy subconsciously coconcted by herself to make their encounter more romantic.
She gives him a graceful courtsey, her large crown-like hat perfectly balanced on her head. ]
France, mon chér... I am so enlightened to finally meet you in person!
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This isn't the first time he's met a reincarnated spirit from his past by any means, but she feels similar to his Marie. It was a bizarre but familiar enough experience that he doesn't feel unsettled. ]
You're radiant, Marie. [ His brow furrows ] Unless you would prefer to be addressed by your title of course; I feel a bit strange addressing you this informally.
[ That doesn't stop him from offering her a seat before he takes up his own. ]
I'm ashamed that it took this long. Will you forgive me?
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[ She's a former Queen, though she likes being addressed that way in other venues outside of this one. Her spirit origins gave her the appearance she had in the most glorious years of her life, but nothing can change the fact Marie Antoinette's earthly history is over and what remains of her is the ghost of her former self that was accepted by the Throne of Heroes. Despite her attachment to France, she wants to have more of a friendly relationship with him than one of absolute formality.
The past is past her. What matters now is the present.
Slipping into her seat when he offers it to her, she thanks him with a fond merci. She finds no need to refuse the gesture despite her previous claim. ]
Do not ever think you have wronged me for taking this long. It is rather the other way around; I should have seeked you much earlier, since I got word about you from Austria.
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Right now, he's happy to have a little tête-à-tête with Marie and work on that friendly relationship. Her apology comes with an almost impish smirk. ]
I bet that was a very fond reunion. How are you two getting along?
[ Did Austria ever tell France that he was in a rather amorous event with their little link here? Let's create a scandal and say 'no', though it wouldn't be a scandal, and more of a carrot France could dangle over the poor man's head. ]
I'm a little envious that he's got more time to spend with you. We should have a dinner date sometime soon, if you're free.
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[ Settling on her seat, she daintily rests her hands on her lap under the table. ]
Oh, oui, definitely! There are plenty restaurants here, so the choice is vast and varied, unless you already have one place in mind.
[ She's trying not to let her heart burst from the overwhelming emotions talking with France brings her. There's so much she wants to say, but decides to clam up before she goes on a tangent and ends up talking over him. ]