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Fleur tugs Bernard up from his slump over the table. "Come come, my roux, it iz time for all good barmen to be in bed."

Bernard just gives her a rakish grin and pulls her tight against his hip. They say their good byes, and make their only slightly unsteady way out of the bar. Neither quite knows how to deal with the fact they have become the authority in the bar.

Just out of the kitchen, where the moonlight spills about them and turns the great forest blue in the twilight, Bernard backs Fleur against the doorjamb, his hands flexing and unflexing around the curve of her hips.

"Baby, did you mean that?"

"Mmm, mean what?"

"What you said earlier. About home. About this being home."

Fleur looks up at her man sleepily. "Mmm? Oui. Home. Alwayz."

The small light of hope grows in the corner of Bernard's eye. He leans down, and kisses her breathless.

Then, with with a slight mad cackle, Bernard sweeps her up in his arms. "Come on! We gotta break in our new place--God, our place." Their laughter echoes into the night.