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Just as before, the door gave a cheerful sort of tinkling, and just as before, both twins’ heads turned in tandem to see who it was, eyes alight with curiosity. Upon seeing who it was, exactly, who had come to visit, the pair shared a sort of measured look between themselves before giving Amorette their usual easy grins. The queen’s flash of malice hadn’t gone without notice. 

[color=#9999FF]“Your [i]favorites[/i]?”[/color] Indigo chirped. [color=#9999FF]“Aww, Queens. Just going and buttering us all up. We’re touched.”[/color]

[color=#FF6600]“Makes us feel all fuzzy inside,”[/color] Percival said. [color=#FF6600]“Right in here.”[/color] He lifted a hand, thumping it against his chest. [color=#FF6600]“Right in the lungs.”[/color]

The two split apart, Indigo taking her station behind the bar, Percival hopping into one of the chairs and gathering his neglected viol- fiddle up into his arms. [color=#FF6600]“Not that we’re torn up on you dropping by or anything,”[/color] began Percival.

[color=#9999FF]“But you should’ve told us you were heading our way,”[/color] Indigo added. 

[color=#FF6600]“Would’ve spiffed up the place some.”[/color]

[color=#9999FF]“Maybe set up a few balloons here and there. Really class it up around here.”[/color]

Percival leaned back, plucking out a few strings. [color=#FF6600]“Anyway, what can we do ya for, Queens? Gonna take a guess and say you didn’t drop by just so you could bask in our charm and devilish good looks.”[/color] He grinned.

[color=#9999FF]“Don’t kid yourself, Perc. Got as much “charm” as a dead slug. [i]And[/i] the looks to boot.”[/color] With deft hands, Indigo swiped one of the bottles from the shelves without so much as a passing glance and thunked it onto the countertop. [i]Chateau Margaux[/i]. Amorette’s prediction of the wine being in stock was right on the nail. [color=#9999FF]“Guessing it’s the same old again? Hit me if I’m wrong. Don’t [i]actually[/i] hit me, but just- tell me if I can drink it or not, here.”[/color]

[@Sailorsadie]