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section7mfu“Hey, we’re going to New Orleans!”
Illya Kuryakin looked up from his typewriter and was met with the beaming face of his partner. Napoleon seemed to be far too excited over a mission to Louisiana.
“Although, we might be there for over three weeks,” Solo continued.
He seemed a little less enamoured about that particular detail.
“We have been to New Orleans before,” Illya told him. “Why does this assignment warrant such enthusiasm?”
“Because, my dear Tovarisch Kuryakin, it’s Mardi Gras. You know what that means.”
“Gumbo,” Illya replied, almost yearningly.
“I was thinking women but, whatever floats your boat."
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Illya Kuryakin looked up from his typewriter and was met with the beaming face of his partner. Napoleon seemed to be far too excited over a mission to Louisiana.
“Although, we might be there for over three weeks,” Solo continued.
He seemed a little less enamoured about that particular detail.
“We have been to New Orleans before,” Illya told him. “Why does this assignment warrant such enthusiasm?”
“Because, my dear Tovarisch Kuryakin, it’s Mardi Gras. You know what that means.”
“Gumbo,” Illya replied, almost yearningly.
“I was thinking women but, whatever floats your boat."
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