Chéri, who at this point was somehow very invested in the conversation nodded “Yes, like a bicycle, but that you can operate with your hands! It has to be really light, so you can work it without too many difficulties.” And just like that, Chéri had decided to appoint himself engineer.

Chéri seemed really impressed by the idea of controlling a small carriage. Chéri shrugged “Well, it’s hard for you to go out if you are not allowed independence.” He agreed, smiling lightly. He didn’t seem to think too much of it.

He also smiled with a relieved expression “You get to speak French and play piano for strangers with a beautiful voice!” He joked, encouragingly “who knows what else the world might have in store for you…” he added. The card situation was somewhat troubling. How will he pull off THAT. He reminded himself to ask Sonia about that. The list of things he needed to ask Sonia was getting longer and longer. Maybe he could ask for a fake address to a friend.

He imagined himself pretending to live in Darius’s house. He almost laughed. “You can leave your correspondence for me here, for now, until the situation has be handles, perhaps?” Chéri suggested. Chéri cleared his throat “Oh, from Paris, of course!” Chéri did sound Parisian, but it wasn’t the refined version of Parisian, but one needed a very fine hear to notice that and Chéri wasn’t going to explain about Labourdin, Pays Basque and all those little regional influences that made him less than a perfect Parisian.