*in Clarisse’s room*
Clarisse: Let’s sort the mail shall we?
Violetta: *dumps the mountain of letters onto Clarisse’s bed*
Nanette: *gulps* You get this much every day?
Rosaire: Oh no, she gets much more. Clarisse: I am not very popular today 😢
Violetta: *starts sorting into three piles*
Clarisse: Now with you Nanette, we will get through the mail much quicker!
Rosaire: Madame Lamballe answers all the correspondence from eligible bachelors under the age of 30, wanted and unwanted.
Violetta: It’s the Count Fersen again.
Clarisse: Lead him on, but not too much.
Rosaire: I usually handle the, um, junk mail, but it looks like that privilege goes to you now Nannie! *points to the biggest pile*
Nanette: *Opens a random one* Oh! A horticulturist is naming a flower after you, Clarisse!
Clarisse: Oh, my bringer of splendid news you are deary!
Nanette: And what category is left to you Rosaire?
Rosaire: Oh, with you here I am promoted to affairs of the state. *Reads first letter* Oh my.
Violetta: What is it?
Rosaire: The Americans want financial aid to go to war against the British. 🤢
Clarisse: Well, answer.
Rosaire: 🤮
Clarisse: Let’s sort the mail shall we?
Violetta: *dumps the mountain of letters onto Clarisse’s bed*
Nanette: *gulps* You get this much every day?
Rosaire: Oh no, she gets much more. Clarisse: I am not very popular today 😢
Violetta: *starts sorting into three piles*
Clarisse: Now with you Nanette, we will get through the mail much quicker!
Rosaire: Madame Lamballe answers all the correspondence from eligible bachelors under the age of 30, wanted and unwanted.
Violetta: It’s the Count Fersen again.
Clarisse: Lead him on, but not too much.
Rosaire: I usually handle the, um, junk mail, but it looks like that privilege goes to you now Nannie! *points to the biggest pile*
Nanette: *Opens a random one* Oh! A horticulturist is naming a flower after you, Clarisse!
Clarisse: Oh, my bringer of splendid news you are deary!
Nanette: And what category is left to you Rosaire?
Rosaire: Oh, with you here I am promoted to affairs of the state. *Reads first letter* Oh my.
Violetta: What is it?
Rosaire: The Americans want financial aid to go to war against the British. 🤢
Clarisse: Well, answer.
Rosaire: 🤮