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“ pizza..” he spoke, the word strange but the food was great. “ oui, madmoiselle. i am. ” he answered her before putting the pizza down and cleaning his hand. the frenchman bowed. “ gilbert du motier, marquis de lafayette. what a pleasure meeting you, madmoiselle. ”
“Yes, pizza.” She confirms and laughs softly when he bows, having not expected it. “I’m from the future, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Annie Cresta and this is my son, Oliver.” Annie has Ollie wave and smiles.











