"Illya will you please steer this gondola better, I can't focus on ..." Napoleon began to complain.
"Firstly, this boat is not the most dirigible and secondly I will not move closer so you can ogle the women strolling along the canal."
"Tsk," Napoleon clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Pretty please with a jumbo order of lasagna, tovarisch."
"Oh, all right." Illya adjusted his steering oar, heading closer to the steps where no doubt his partner would disembark and begin the 'hunt,' for his next encounter of the feminine kind.
As Solo readied to leave, Illya held out his hand. "Money for my lasagna, please. Signor."
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Date: 2019-10-01 07:13 pm (UTC)"Firstly, this boat is not the most dirigible and secondly I will not move closer so you can ogle the women strolling along the canal."
"Tsk," Napoleon clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Pretty please with a jumbo order of lasagna, tovarisch."
"Oh, all right." Illya adjusted his steering oar, heading closer to the steps where no doubt his partner would disembark and begin the 'hunt,' for his next encounter of the feminine kind.
As Solo readied to leave, Illya held out his hand. "Money for my lasagna, please. Signor."