[ Bastien can't always stop himself from blushing. It's a fault. He can, however, blush on command, which is what he's doing now. Sort of. It's more that he's allowing it than that he's entirely forcing it, albeit with a squint up at the sun and a moment of shading his face from it like it's to blame. ]
Half of the details will be plenty, merci, [ is a lie. ] Except about this perfect wine. About that I have to know everything.
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Half of the details will be plenty, merci, [ is a lie. ] Except about this perfect wine. About that I have to know everything.