Laurenne Merieth - In the bar<br/><br/>I looked up at Raul. "Ah, bon, je veu Potage poireaux et pommes de terre Émincé de veau à la sauge, Riz aux courgettes suivi par Fromage blanc et Salade de fruits."<br/><br/>Raul nodded "D'accord, Mademoiselle". He hurried off with the orders.<br/><br/>I switched back to English (or at least, patois) for the benefit of William.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You still haven't made a purchase my love? You've been talking about buying a dog for months. I would have thought you'd have seen something to suit your naughty tastes by now - or have you broken them all with your 'test drives'?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Non, not yet. I 'ave been waiting for ze someone special, to come along...." I had my own ideas about what constituted a perfect pet. Female, for starters, pretty, and with enough tolerance to pain that she would be able to stand my treatment of her without going catatonic. I'd paid a couple of pretty hefty fines to the club for returning their goods damaged beyond repair in the past few years.<br/><br/>My food arrived and I tucked in with gusto. France has the finest cuisine in the world. True, Monaco isn't strictly part of France, but it's French enough not to matter. And of course the excess of money in the principality attracted the finest chefs. The club employed a really good one, which is one of the main reasons I chose to eat here.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It would be tragic to finally have the puppy of your dreams within reach then be unable to afford her, non?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Ah mais oui, mon cher. You must be more careful wiz ze monnaie.<br/><br/>I chuckled at William's tale of the bitch who wore out his dining table. That must have been something to behold. I could not resist a taunt, being French. "A pity you could not satisfy her yourself, n'est-ce pas?"<br/><br/>I finished my dessert, and finished my second drink.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I hear there is a new club bitch in the kennels.  Would either, or both of you like to go investigate with me?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Bien sûr, mes amis, let us proceed..." I pushed myself out of my chair. "I am in ze mood for walkies!"