“ And with our new— What’s wrong, dear? “

Your scarf had come undone and it was cold—..

“ Oh. Come here then. “

He retied your scarf and placed a loving kiss to your temple.

“ And .. Ah where was I—?? “

“ The Plans. Sir. “

Philippe whispered.

“ Oh! Right. . . And with our new— “

You zoned out. So! Let’s get some context.

You were Corbeau’s kid! How he acquired you, no one knew. Some interviewers would literally ask if you were in danger when they got the chance to have you on camera— But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Corbeau adored you with every fiber of his being. You were is baby! His munchkin! His angel! His little, itty bitty precious Venipede! He’d never put you in danger on purpose!

“ Sweetness. “

Corbeau shook your shoulder softly.

“ We’re done. Are you hungry?? We can go try that place you’ve been talking about. “

He gave you a rare smile— Which made the cameras flicker more.