[Paul basks in the glow of Eponine's smile. If only it were this easy to please everyone. He was unsure if he liked this France place that the girl came from though.
If I ever runs into one of their lumberjacks... he stops the thought before it can finish, actually, that's not a healthy line of thought to follow.
When she says match girl, his attention is shifted, thankfully. His heart breaks for his new friend.]
I don't know about France, but here in Märchen a good match is mighty appreciated in the thick of Winter. Wintertime is frighfully cold, especially at my camp at Round River. Once, and I swear this story is true, it got so cold in the forest that anything that was spoken froze in the air. That same winter it was so cold, it turned everything blue. Why, that's how my good friend at lumber ox, Babe, got to be the color he is today.
[He gestures to his side, only to find that Babe was nowhere to be seen. In fact, now that he thinks about it, Paul had seen neither head nor tail of his blue skinned pal since he started talking to his new friend. He wondered where Babe had wondered of to, and if he was behaving himself. To be on the safe side, Paul calls him over.]
Hey, Babe, I got somebody I want you to meet. Don't worry 'Ponine, Babe may look big and ferocious, but he's tame as kitten.
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If I ever runs into one of their lumberjacks... he stops the thought before it can finish, actually, that's not a healthy line of thought to follow.
When she says match girl, his attention is shifted, thankfully. His heart breaks for his new friend.]
I don't know about France, but here in Märchen a good match is mighty appreciated in the thick of Winter. Wintertime is frighfully cold, especially at my camp at Round River. Once, and I swear this story is true, it got so cold in the forest that anything that was spoken froze in the air. That same winter it was so cold, it turned everything blue. Why, that's how my good friend at lumber ox, Babe, got to be the color he is today.
[He gestures to his side, only to find that Babe was nowhere to be seen. In fact, now that he thinks about it, Paul had seen neither head nor tail of his blue skinned pal since he started talking to his new friend. He wondered where Babe had wondered of to, and if he was behaving himself. To be on the safe side, Paul calls him over.]
Hey, Babe, I got somebody I want you to meet. Don't worry 'Ponine, Babe may look big and ferocious, but he's tame as kitten.