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Bon Mardi Gras, tout le monde.

Lucky planet Earth.

That, Major, has yet to be seen.

We can hope, can't we?

I do far more than hope. I expect.

Oh, good. I was afraid for a moment that your expectations had been lowered. That would have been very disappointing.

Hardly. If anything, I expect more now, from the both of us.

And I will do what I can to ensure those expectations are met.

I know you will.

You should know.

I'd like to think I should.

And here is where the conversation takes a rather confusing turn. We do this a lot.

At least I have a good excuse for not making any sense.

So do I.

Mine's better.

I'd say that's debatable.

You'd be wrong.

Prove it.

My hormones beat your buoyancy.

Considering the various causes of my buoyancy? I'm not so sure.

And here I'd assumed you were a one woman man. My mistake.

That's not what I meant.

I know, but you make it so easy.

I do? I should likely work on that, then.

Yes, you do.

I still win.

You still haven't proven to me that you are correct, Tess.

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