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Is that your opinion on Miss Everett?

As best I can tell, she fits that description to a tee already.

[originallutece]

Of course it isn't. And I see the point you're trying to make, but this isn't about Miss Everett. It hardly matters what other women do or don't do.

I never, ever allowed anyone to have even the slightest reason to think I was anything but a scientist who happened to be a woman, and now I'm about to hand over an entire afternoon's worth of proof.

[uncertainrelation]

An entire afternoon's worth of proof that...you ARE a woman, and a pretty one at that.

Anyone can see that simply by looking at your face, my girl.

[originallutece]

[. . .]

And if they refuse to take me seriously after this?

[uncertainrelation]

...If you could have a guarantee that nothing of the sort would happen. All other things being equal, but in a world that came with the absolute certainty that you would neither lose face nor status nor respect from pursuing this.

Would you hesitate to do it, or wouldn't you?

[originallutece]

I suspect so, yes. Perhaps not quite as much, but yes.

[uncertainrelation]

Because?

[originallutece]

[There's an awful lot of long pauses before all her replies.]

Because it frightens me, to do something like that in front of a large number of people. Because I've never done this kind of thing before, beyond in front of you. Because I'm afraid I'll like it, yes, and something new will come of that enjoyment.

I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself, and I'm afraid because it's an area I'm very much an amateur in. And I'm afraid because Madam Rosalind Lutece doesn't do things like this.

[uncertainrelation]

I'm hardly one to talk to you about apprehensions preceding leaps of faith, I know that.

If I could take all of that out of your hands, leaving you free of the responsibility, would you want me to?

[originallutece]

. . . yes.

[uncertainrelation]

Then do it because I want you to.

I sincerely doubt that girl would hold you up for public ridicule. I'm sure you know better than I do that no costume or occasion is likely to change your ducklings' opinion of you. And perhaps Madam Rosalind Lutece doesn't do things like this, but my Rosie can and does anything she sets her mind to, no matter what anyone might say about it.

Be my girl. No one else. Just my Rosie, who can do anything.

[originallutece]

[It's going to take more than that, she knows. Certainly it will, and most of it will have to happen in person. But this is a good start.]

. . . all right. Though I think you may have to repeat that the day-of.

I'll be home soon. Do you want anything?

[uncertainrelation]

...Mmm. Would sharing a parfait once you're home help a bit with taking your mind off of things?

I for one would like that very much, I think.

[originallutece]

I assume you've all the fruit? I'll be home soon with custard, or whatever ghastly approximation I can find in the market.

[Which, like. There's so many eggs, so she'll be happy if she can find Jello, you know?]

I love you, you know.

[uncertainrelation]

A fitting suggestion for a fitting lady, who like the dessert itself is quite — parfait.

[He is ADORABLE.]

I love you too, Rosie-Posie.