(It would be devastating for both of them. Ooh ooh ooh! Okay, so you know how Evan was an artist guy? What if he returned and met up with Vivienne, and they created pictures of Poppy cheating with Evan, and Francis cheating with Vivienne? Or something to that effect?) "Thank you for that," she said, nodding. "I appreciate it." She glanced out the window at the countryside speeding beside them, and she rested her head on her hand. "I'd be very sad if you left me."
(Yes!!! And Evan shows Poppy the photos so it seems more convincing and so she goes to him in her time of need! It's the perfect evil plan!) "I would never," he said smoothly, brushing back a lock of her hair gently. "I love you too much."
(Should there be pictures of Poppy cheating with Evan as well?) "Oh good," she said, leaning over to kiss him lightly. "I'm glad. I find myself in quite the predicament where I'm madly in love with you."
(Hmm. Probably? I think it will mess things up either way.) "I feel the same way. But trust me, I wouldn't leave you. I promise," he said slowly, watching her with a warm expression.
(Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think that Francis would believe the situation if the photos came from Vivienne unless she was a very good actress. Poppy already has some insecurity involving Vivienne, I think, so it would be playing in her fears.) "I appreciate it," she said, grinning across the table at him. "I'm holding you to that."
(He would not believe her, even if she was a good actress. In fact, he'd probably just get mad at her for trying to ruin things again.) "Alright. You can do that. You... You wouldn't leave me, right?" he asked, a bit hesitantly.
(Alright, so in that case, maybe we have Evan return and talk to Vivienne about making the photos? Although Francis and Poppy will probably figure it out pretty quickly.) She gave him a reassuring smile. "Why would I?" she replied. "Besides croissants and differences."
(Yeah. I actually think Francis will get pretty emotional over this, for once.) "I don't know. I just feel like I'll screw up, or something." He shrugged.
(I think Poppy will be too. It will have to be when they get back.) She considered him momentarily. "You won't," she said, reaching across the table. "Just as long as we're honest, we love each other, and we take care of each other, we'll be okay."
(Yep! Cause this part has to be a happy time.) He took her hand, kissing the top of it. "I promise to always do those three things," he said soothingly. "I promise."
(Actually very excited. It was getting a little too cute here.) "I do too," she responded with a nod. Her fingers intertwined with his, and she smiled almost shyly across the table at him. "Glad we got that settled."
He looked out the window silently at the scenery passing. "Do you want to go back to the compartment? I'm looking forward to reading that book," he said nonchalantly, glancing back at her.
"That's fine. I won't mind at all," he said, standing up. "I'll make sure my page turning isn't too loud."
"I appreciate that," she said. She stood up and pushed in her chair, walking over to him and taking his hand. "Let's go."
He led her back to the compartment, glancing back to check on her occasionally. Once they found it, he entered and sat down, picking up the book he had left before they went to eat.
She sat down next him, looking out the window for a moment before glancing down at the book. She rested her head on his shoulder. "What are you reading?" she asked with a quiet voice.
"Just some stories written a long time ago. It's supposed to be horror, but I don't find it that frightening. Just a bit unnerving sometimes," he replied, his voice soft.
"Oh?" Her voice sounded slightly drowsy, and her shoulders brushed against his. "Is the writing good?"
