[Milliways]: An American in Paris

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' flat in Paris is above a little boulangerie in the Latin Quarter, not too terribly far from Notre Dame. It's...very small, and that isn't helped by the musical instruments and half-finished, scribbled sheet music that are littered around the place. Everything is clean, just cluttered. It's a bit stuffy as well, though Orpheus has all his windows open.

As they step into the living room, Orpheus turns to Steve with a smile. "Bienvenue à Paris," he says.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods and points to an opening in the wrought iron fence around the cathedral grounds. "I'll meet you in the garden when you're done," he says, and kisses Steve's cheek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay, sweetheart," Steve says with a quick kiss in return.

He draws all through the line, and once he's inside, buys a candle.

It's almost mystical, to pray in this beautiful sanctuary; and even though he knows that here the war is long over he still prays for his men, the little unit calling itself the Howling Commandos; and for his friends, especially the ones facing trouble and strife.

He feels at peace afterward, and is in a mellow mood when he seeks out the garden to find Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus has found himself a spot by a tree where he (somewhat defiantly) is playing a soft tune of praise to Apollo.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sits near him so he's not in the way as Orpheus' plays, his weight resting on his hands.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles over at him and wraps up the song. Despite not having a case or a hat or anything of that sort, there's a small pile of money in front of him, which he scoops up.

"Lunch?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Lunch." He smiles at the money. "It looks like it's your treat again."

[golden_lyre]

"That's kind of what I was planning, yeah," Orpheus says with a smirk. He pulls a worn, leather wallet from his pocket and tucks the money into it.

"There's a cafe near here that does an excellent Croque-Monsieur."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"And that is what?" says Steve as he gets to his feet. He offers a hand to Orpheus to help him up.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shakes his head at the hand as usual, pulling himself to his feet and slinging his guitar across his back. "It's the best ham and cheese sandwich you will ever have."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rolls his eyes. One of these days, Orpheus...

"Sounds delicious," he says anyway.

[golden_lyre]

"They do a pretty good duck confit as well," he says, starting off toward the cafe--not one of the ones on the main street by the cathedral, something a bit further out of the way.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't think I've ever eaten duck."

[golden_lyre]

"You should try it. It's amazing."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles wryly. "It's not on the menu of your average diner."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks. "Not in your time maybe..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Don't tell me it's common in yours."

[golden_lyre]

"It's not unheard of."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The future is weird," Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs, sliding an arm around his waist. "Because we like duck?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve says. "I know tastes change, but--duck. Why duck?"

[golden_lyre]

"You really can't ask that question until you've tasted it," Orpheus says, tugging him into the patio of a little cafe.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Order for me," Steve says with a resigned wave of his hand.

Adventure!

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins and rubs his hands together as they're shown to a little table on the sidewalk and handed their menus.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve raises his eyebrows at the hand-rubbing. "Please don't make me eat something with tentacles."

[golden_lyre]

"Someday, I'm going to order you calamari," Orpheus says. "But not today."

He glances quickly at the menus and hands them back to the waiter. He orders Steve the duck confit, himself the croque-monsieur, an appetizer of warm camembert to share, and a glass of wine for each of them.