Are you a princess?(Meg Jules)

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

Coming from the icebox from placing the container inside, she gave him a spoon as she listened to his words. The young boy was so full of questions and she giggled lightly. "Monsieur Lenoir is a dear friend of mine, young one.He was the very first person I encountered here when I arrived within the manor" she said smiling. Then she dug into her ice cream and took a bite and looked at him.

The blonde looked at Gustave quirking a brow hearing about his mother. "I suppose,I can let you off the hook. After all you're mom and I are good friends. " she said smiling. "We used to talk about everything and I mean everything. She was the only friend I ever had" she said smiling. Meg always found it adorable that the young boy had called her Princess. Meg never really thought she was a Princess. But to him, she found it extremely adorable.

Meg looked at him again. And tilted her head a little. " You know? You look just like your mother. In someways" she said smiling a little. Giving a small laugh as the boy called her princess she looked at him. "Young, one. You can call me Meg. But, if you feel comfortable on calling me Princess. Feel free" she said looking upon him kindly.

[Gustave de Chagny]

Gustave watched Meg as she scooped, his little brown eyes all aglow as he listened to her speak. She had the most lovely speaking voice... “What is Monsieur Lenoir like?” the boy asked, partially out of curiosity and partially just because he wanted to hear her voice keep talking as she continued to explain it to him.

He couldn't help his cheeks turning a bit red from blushing when she said that she would let him off of the hook this time for having ice cream so late in the evening. He was very grateful that she was not going to tell his mother and to get him into trouble, but even If she had, it would have been worth it to get to share an ice cream snack with her. She was so beautiful...

“Thank you, Princess Meg,” he said, still blushing bright red. “ I... I like calling you princess... If you like it too. I-I'm sorry...” He faltered a little. Did she not like him calling her a princess? But she looked so much like a princes... What if she didn't like him? He gave a little nervous gulp, praying that wasn't the case, and shoved another spoonful of chocolate ice cream into his mouth.

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

"He's a mysterious person. But a very good friend nonetheless. He's the first person I've come to know and become friends with when I first arrived here to the manor" she told him as she scooped the ice cream into his bowls and she smiled softly.

Placing the lid back on the container Meg looked around and placed it in the ice box and she started to eat her own bowl. "Sorry?" she said suddenly looking upon Gustave lightly. "You're fine dear. You have nothing to be sorry fo" she said smiling. "Its just that, I was only reminding you about calling me Meg. But if it makes you comfortable. You can still call me Princess, if you like" she said to him in a soft tone.

The boy was adorable and she smiled still and ate her own. Christine's boy was handsome and she could see her friend in her. "You know, Gustave" she began. "You look like your mother. I can see her in you" she said grinning lightly. "I've known your mother for as long as I can remember" she told him a moment later. Trying to make conversation.

[Gustave de Chagny]

Gustave listened with curiosity as the beautiful woman told him about this 'Lenoir' figure. He wondered what it would be like to meet him. Gustave had not met many people here, since coming and finding his father, but he certainly did wish to meet more of them.

He then grinned when she said that he could still call her a princess, To him, she really did look very much like a princess, and he was quite glad that he hadn't offended her by referring to her as one. “Oh, thank you, Princess Meg,” he said to her, shoving a spoonful of the sweet, melting chocolate ice cream into his mouth afterward.

“Lots of people say that I look like mother,” he said when she commented upon such. And then he wondered.... “How was it that you and mother first met?” he asked her.

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

Leaning against the counter she looked at him as he spoke. He was a cleaver boy and Meg was admiring already how polite he was and everything. Meg took another bite of her ice cream and she smiled a little listening to his words. She loved children. She hoped to have some of her own someday.

"You're welcome Gustave" she said giving a small laugh. Moments later she was finished and she placed it in the nearest sink and she looked around. Meg said nothing as he spoke and she listened to his words again. He was very talkative and she studied him as well. He really did look like Christine and she continued to smile for a while.

Her smile then faded and she looked down at the ground. "Your mother and I met when we were your age, Gustave." she told him and tried how to tell this story. "Her father had just passed and I helped her get her feel of the place and we became best friends. We told each other everything" she said smiling softly at him.

[Gustave de Chagny]

Gustave happily spooned the rest of his chocolate ice cream into his mouth, the sweet, sticky, melting treat running a bit down his chin. He really was trying to be neat for the beautiful princess Meg, but it was quite difficult for a boy of his age not to make any sort of mess while eating such a treat as chocolate ice cream. At least he had managed to be much neater than usual.

His bright brown eyes watched Meg as he listened to her speak. “Everything?” he repeated with curiosity. “You and mother must have been very good friends.”

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

Meg watched the young boy for sometime as he ate his last bit of the ice cream from the bowl. She giggled a little as she watched him. "Careful how you eat Gustave..." she warned gently. "You wouldn't want you mother to be upset with me to have you come back with a messy face would we?" she said giving a little eye brow raise at him. Still having a small smile upon her face.

"Yes, Everything.." she said smiling still. "Let me know when your finished and I can place it in the sink" she told him a moment later. Then the smile grew wider a little. "Your mother and I were the best of friends when I was in the Opera. We were very good friends Gustave. You have know idea. Ask your mother sometime. She'll tell you the same thing" she said as she walked over to get a paper towel and hand it to him. "Here this is for you to wipe your face later.." she said to him as she lowered her hand beside his bowl with the napkin.

[Gustave de Chagny]

Gustave gave a chocolaty grin at Meg when she advised that he be careful when he ate. “Yes, princess Meg,” he said happily as he licked the spoon clean. He really had tried very hard to eat neatly in front of Meg, but it was still difficult for a boy his age.

“All done,” he said after the spoon was clean. He listened as she explained how she and his mother had been very good friends at the Opera when his mother had worked there. He nodded when she told him to ask his mother about it and then took the paper towel from her and wiped the chocolate mess off of his face.

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

The young ballerina leaned against the counter as she ate the last bit of her ice cream and she looked at him a little. She kept quiet as he finished his own. Once she was done she placed the two bowls in the sink and she looked at him. Grabbing a napkin she gently wiped his face. "There we go.. clean.. now your mother wouldn't have a hissy fit on where the evidence of the ice cream came from" she said in a small raspy voice.

Once everything was finished Meg looked at Gustave. "Wonderful!" she said in a happy tone. As she looked at him she offered her his hand. "Shall we?" she asked looking at him. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Where do you want to go next Gustave?" she asked curiously as she waited for him to take her hand to go into the other rooms of the Manor.

[Gustave de Chagny]

Gustave had no doubt in his mind that Princess Meg would not hurt him. After all, she was a princess, and princesses were supposed to be nice. And on top of being a princess, she was also one of mother's friends. Mother was the nicest person he knew, and so surely her friend must be nice too?

The little boy took the blonde's hand and looked up at her. “I... I don't know,” he said, when she asked him where he would like to go next. Can we play a game?[/b]”

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

As the blonde remained silent she leaned against the counter and stared at him for sometime. He looked a lot like Christine. She could see her friend in every way possible. She smiled softly as he spoke to her. Then she felt him taking her hand.

Hearing his questions she smiled and she looked at him. Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "A game? of course, what kind of games do you like Gustave?" she asked a moment later as she walked out of the kitchen with him and into a new room.

[Gustave de Chagny]

The little boy thought for a moment as to what he would like to play with the beautiful Princess Meg. They couldn't go play outside in the garden, because it was already getting late and had grown dark outside. What would they play at this time of night? Gustave didn't have many toys here and his piano was at home...

That was it! The piano! There was a piano in the house, he was sure of it! Maybe he could play the piano for her, and then she would dance for him. He was certain that she would dance very beautifully, for she herself was, of course, very beautiful.

“Princess Meg?”he asked timidly, looking up at her with a shy, blushing expression. “If I played the piano and made music for you to dance to, would you dance for me?b]” He really did hope that she would agree and say yes. Surely his little heart would leap for joy if she did. He looked up at her with pleading little brown eyes, all aglow with hope, awaiting her answer.

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

Meg held on tight to Gustave's hand. She wanted to keep an eye on him and she did so. Being Christine's friend she wanted to make sure the young boy was safe. She didn't want him to go off wondering about by himself. Meg looked over at Gustave as she kept her hand in his. Silence was with them as they traveled about the manor.

Brushing back a stray blonde hair she looked up and ahead of her as she guided him to wherever he pleased. Then she heard him speak and break their silence. "Yes Gustave?" she asked looking over at him. Listening to his little voice.

A smile formed upon Meg's face and she looked at him curiously. "Certainly Gustave! I would love to dance for you. I love dancing. Its a wonderful feeling." she said smiling still upon the young boy. "I would like that very much" she told him in a small voice.

[Gustave de Chagny]

Gustave's eyes lit up with both glee and with excitement when Meg told him that she would love to dance for him. Oh, he simply could not wait to watch her1 He was quite certain that her dancing would be one of the most beautiful things which he had ever had the opportunity to witness in his little life of ten years long.

His little hand squeezed hers ever so slightly in a sort of friendly affection. “Do you know anywhere that is good for dancing that has a piano?” he asked. Oh, this was going to be great fun...

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

While they walked she looked over at him and she giggled a bit. He was just too cute for words and she loved being with young Gustave right now. Keeping her hand in his Meg said nothing and she wondered through the halls.

Smiling she felt him squeezing her hand and she looked over at him. "Hmm. I found a ballroom that had a piano in it..perhaps we can go there" she said leading him to the ballroom. "See?" she said smiling.