Clarisse's Birthday Party Part 1
Clarisse: Rosaire, why do you insist on wearing a hat in the indoors?
Rosaire: Madame it is FASHION and you of all people should understand
Clarisse: Speaking of, Nanette you picked me a wonderful gown for today
Nanette: You just chose it from a rack, but it was my honor nonetheless!
Nephele: Madame, I like your dress.
Clarisse: Little miss, I like yours better! Takes notes Nanette.
Nanette: Yes, Clarie.
Nephele: For you, milady. *Hands Nanette the Lilies of the Valley*
Nanette: My, they smell like fine soap!
Rosaire: FANTÔME!
Clarisse: And just who invited the Comte du Fantôme to my birthday party!? 🤬
Nanette: I did! I met him in the woods this morning and he said he did not receive an invitation.
Clarisse: Fantôme is not invited to affairs of the court.
Rosaire: What were you doing alone in the WOODS?
Nanette: I did not know, sorry. Is there reason he is not welcomed?😳
Rosaire: Well, the man may or may not be cursed. Madame de Lamballe looked him in the eye once and she didn’t speak for weeks.
Nanette: She does that though, she still hasn't spoken to me.
Clarisse: well, others have been visited by violent, ghostly apparitions of the man. Speaking of, where is my violet?
Rosaire: I do believe she’s trying to get the Magistrate's postal address, or should I say get him to ask for hers.
Nanette: Oh, is she speaking now?
Clarisse: He’s coming this way! Quick, Lorraine!
Rosaire: Oh princess, I do not believe we have met that stranger man over there!
Narcisse: Thank you for the invitation Lady Nanette. It has been a good while that I’ve been in the company of my fellow couturiers. And these past few hours have been too long to be without yours.
Nanette: The pleasure... is mine... 😍
—--
Clarisse: So you are from, Astere?
Alphonse: Yes, Princess. It's a fine place... with many fine things. Quite cloudy!
Clarisse: Your uncle was a geographer was he not? Where is Astere? 🧐
Rosaire: My uncle is a dead man! Let’s see. Astere... star... up...
North! You’re from the north! 😰
Clarisse: That is it!
Alphonse: You can say that.
—--
BONUS
Auguste: And your name dear, to address the post?
Violetta: *Pantomimes in Italian*
Auguste: One word, a flower. Rose? Lily? ...Daisy?
Clarisse: Rosaire, why do you insist on wearing a hat in the indoors?
Rosaire: Madame it is FASHION and you of all people should understand
Clarisse: Speaking of, Nanette you picked me a wonderful gown for today
Nanette: You just chose it from a rack, but it was my honor nonetheless!
Nephele: Madame, I like your dress.
Clarisse: Little miss, I like yours better! Takes notes Nanette.
Nanette: Yes, Clarie.
Nephele: For you, milady. *Hands Nanette the Lilies of the Valley*
Nanette: My, they smell like fine soap!
Rosaire: FANTÔME!
Clarisse: And just who invited the Comte du Fantôme to my birthday party!? 🤬
Nanette: I did! I met him in the woods this morning and he said he did not receive an invitation.
Clarisse: Fantôme is not invited to affairs of the court.
Rosaire: What were you doing alone in the WOODS?
Nanette: I did not know, sorry. Is there reason he is not welcomed?😳
Rosaire: Well, the man may or may not be cursed. Madame de Lamballe looked him in the eye once and she didn’t speak for weeks.
Nanette: She does that though, she still hasn't spoken to me.
Clarisse: well, others have been visited by violent, ghostly apparitions of the man. Speaking of, where is my violet?
Rosaire: I do believe she’s trying to get the Magistrate's postal address, or should I say get him to ask for hers.
Nanette: Oh, is she speaking now?
Clarisse: He’s coming this way! Quick, Lorraine!
Rosaire: Oh princess, I do not believe we have met that stranger man over there!
Narcisse: Thank you for the invitation Lady Nanette. It has been a good while that I’ve been in the company of my fellow couturiers. And these past few hours have been too long to be without yours.
Nanette: The pleasure... is mine... 😍
—--
Clarisse: So you are from, Astere?
Alphonse: Yes, Princess. It's a fine place... with many fine things. Quite cloudy!
Clarisse: Your uncle was a geographer was he not? Where is Astere? 🧐
Rosaire: My uncle is a dead man! Let’s see. Astere... star... up...
North! You’re from the north! 😰
Clarisse: That is it!
Alphonse: You can say that.
—--
BONUS
Auguste: And your name dear, to address the post?
Violetta: *Pantomimes in Italian*
Auguste: One word, a flower. Rose? Lily? ...Daisy?