Re: Somewhere on the Grand Staircase
"Hey, I'm talking out of my ass. I don't know what they do over there, I just know France is supposed to be the center of sex and romance, or something." Not that he cared much for that kind of thing, but you picked up information if you went outside or read the newspaper or even so much as heard another spoken word.
He took a moment to start perusing the table again, fingers ghosting over what looked like fine, delicate spreads and snacks. Some had meat, others fish; on another table was strictly dessert-types, and while normally he wouldn't have given it more than a second glance, now he wandered over and looked at the little truffles and trifles with interest. Another wick of flame danced off an invisible tail ... or two.
"Gonna assume this is all real sugar, since they didn't have substitutes in whatever time we're in." He picked up a spun sugar delicacy and took a little bite. "I mean, assuming this isn't 2012."