Oh, s'il vous plaรฎt! You flatter me. I admit it's a bit รฉtrange having met so many I might call friends... ah, but I'm not complaining. There are good people hereโ much like yourself, Monsieur.
[When he isn't wishing the IRS on Lobelia, anyway. Lobelia looks over their handiwork, content with their efforts... but he pauses, staring at the pastries a moment longer.]
Would you think it silly if I told you I expected the oven to spontaneously combust?
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[When he isn't wishing the IRS on Lobelia, anyway. Lobelia looks over their handiwork, content with their efforts... but he pauses, staring at the pastries a moment longer.]
Would you think it silly if I told you I expected the oven to spontaneously combust?