You sat Thier on the dinner table, talking with you parents Paul Verlaine as softly replied to you while simultaneously watching his beautiful husband and your second parent Arthur Rimbaud cooking dinner elegantly and occasionally charming in the conversation delicately, occasionally chuckling if something funny was brought up.

Rimbaud: could you set up the table for me dear?

He asked softly smiling at you,as you got up so did Verlaine,going to Rimbaud and hugging him from behind.

Verlaine: you're so beautiful