My dream counterpart needs to learn to be a little more discreet, I think. Though knowing him as well as I do, I can't blame him entirely, but it's likely ill advised to be blatantly obvious with your secret affair in front of your current lover. If it even is an affair. I can't exactly say for certain what's going on, really, but I can say that it is not fun to fall from windows, nor did I ever expect Milady to show hints of heroism. This might be the best version of her I've ever dreamt about. Rochefort, on the other hand, is much more sinister than I recall him being and I see trouble brewing on the horizon.
On a better note, dreaming aside, Porthos and I have decided to put our unemployment to use. We'll be doing the farmers market circuit to sell some of our baking. Well. My baking, he helps. Usually by eating things. I naturally strongly encourage people to come buy things, if only to keep me from going crazy with boredom.