{Meanwhile, Eve is still nOPE}
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Gilles raised both of his palms into the air and shook his head. 
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"I know you meant cigarettes, it's called a...Um..."[/color] Mind blank. Perfect timing. One of the perks to being trilingual; when you can remember that is [i]blague[/i] in French and [i]grapje[/i] in Flemish, but you cannot remember what it is in English.

His voice lowered to a murmer that hardly anyone bit him could hear and his head and arms went to the ground. "Um...Blague...Bloog? Blog? No, joke."

[color=7ea7d8]"...Joke,"[/color] he said more loudly, his head raised once more but his arms still at his sides, [color=7ea7d8]"It's a joke. Don't have to be such a grump. And I already told you, [i]I don't have any.[/i]"[/color]