[ There's a considerable pause, equal to the length of time it takes Bastien to snap out of his lost-in-throught staring into the fireplace (over which he is also slow-roasting his toes), and notice his crystal glowing on the bedside table, and skip his poor bare feet across the stone floor to retrieve it.
But after that: ]
Byerly, mon cher la lève-tôt.
[ He's aiming for perky morning person with a touch of archness on the domestic endearment, but the effect is dampened somewhat by his morning-gunky, first-words-of-the-day hoarseness. ]
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Date: 2021-02-13 12:52 am (UTC)But after that: ]
Byerly, mon cher la lève-tôt.
[ He's aiming for perky morning person with a touch of archness on the domestic endearment, but the effect is dampened somewhat by his morning-gunky, first-words-of-the-day hoarseness. ]