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Remy LeBeau (gambitlebeau) wrote in utr_logs,

"Grew up 'round Metarie, Michoud an' t'City, me. 'fore I was picked up by Jean Luc, lived in t'French Quarter. We go t'ere sometime soon, promise." That said, he pulled the picnic basket out and held the wine with his free hand, leading the way down a wooden bridge to a small island in the water. The wildlife preserve wasn't such a bad place, he figured, to show that even in the middle of civilization, there was still wild things, places that evoked a time and place before humans came to take over.

Once he found a dry enough place to set down the blanket, he unfolded it with a quick flick of his wrists, setting it down, and then set the basket in the center, flopping down across one end like a comfortable housecat. "You wasn't jokin' when you said you wanted to live 'round here, I hope. Been gettin' my hopes up all day. Kids'd love it, got a lot of history to grow up in, got a lot of nature to take in an' a lot of city to explore."

In the basket, there was a baguette of fresh French bread and soft, spreadable cheese for atop it, deli-sliced roast beef which would go well with the bread and cheese, and red grapes and strawberries. He also had packed two wine glasses, two small plates, and a large candle which he brought out first just to light it and set it between them so they wouldn't be caught in the failing light of day.

He filled the glasses as he spoke, "You flatter me wit' t'very notion, chere. Sharin' your life, your family wit' me. Ain't nowhere near outta your league, Lulu. Jus' a simple T'ief, me."