<span style="font-style: italic">(OOC -- I apologize if my writing has caused any confusion.  I know the Tweedles seem rather young, especially Dumas.  But they’re actually 19.)</span><br/><br/>Dumas blushed when the dark-haired girl called him adorable.  “Thanks.  You’re adorable too.”  Had that been the right thing to say?  Dumas wasn’t accustomed to getting much attention from pretty girls -- or from anyone, really.  Dee usually took the spotlight during social situations like this.  Suddenly, Dumas felt acutely aware of his sister’s absence.  Trying not to panic, he glanced around, but there was no sign of her.  He was on his own.<br/><br/>So Dumas did what he always did when faced with a daunting challenge.  He tried to imagine how his sister might handle it, and then imitated his imagining.<span style="font-style: italic">Dee would smile</span>, Dumas decided, making a smile appear on his own face.<span style="font-style: italic">She’d be friendly and polite. </span>“I’m Dumas,” he introduced with an awkward curtsey.  “And I don’t think that I’m lost.  I mean, I’m here.  And I know that I’m here.  So I must know where I am, right?