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[Anyone wandering the streets of Paris today would likely find themselves lost in a crowd sooner or later.

With the Hanging Gardens of Babylon destroyed and Monsieur Delusions-of-Grandeur dealt with, the Fete de Paris festivities are at last safe to commence, and Raphael finally feels like he has the chance to breathe. He's got a bit of business to take care of first, of course, before he enjoys himself here; but he can't help but take in the sights along the way, as well as the smell of all the delicious food.

Fondue's barking and occasional whining don't help much either.

They're both walking slowly, blending right in with the crowd, taking their sweet time. Raphael is wearing his signature purple suit and hat, and could be easily identified as Phantom R to anyone who's paying even a lick of attention; but luckily not many are.

He simply sighs, as Fondue stops him for a third time.]

You're really serious about this, aren't you? Didn't I tell you we'd be busy today . . . ?

['Can't it wait?' he wants to ask. But he knows better than to get between a dog and his food.

After a moment longer of enduring the puppy dog eyes, he concedes, but only because staring at him has made him huhgry as well.]

Oh, all right. But let's hurry. [A pause, as he glances around at their options --] I'm sure there's a line somewhere willing to make way for the great Phantom R.

[He is, of course, looking for the shortest line, and not at all worried about whether people would recognize him at this point. But he spots a lost-looking young girl instead who catches his attention briefly . . .

He doesn't approach right away, but does decide to keep an eye on her.]