Amelie Poulain has always been a romantic girl. But the next day, when she sat next to Sen in the living room again, she realized that she was at a dead end. Sen had nothing to steal from her: the youngest Aeslie kept her things in order. Was it a pencil?
- Amelie, why are you looking at me like that? - curious about her object of thought.
- Me? - Poulain was afraid. - It's okay, I just... - I... - A saving thought suddenly occurred to me: - Shall we go on the Carrot Carrot to fly?
Aeslie raised his eyebrows again:
- Wouldn't Mergie give it to her neck?
Amelie didn't like this idea. But then she remembered that her friend was a creature with whom she had everything in common. And I waved my head decisively:
- She wouldn't. Only sugar should be taken. - Just in case, she specified: - Not for Merga. For Carrot.
A snow-white camel showed joy at their appearance by shoving Amelie's face in the shoulder. Big, attentive eyes met the girl's eyes, and she smiled. She was always as calm as a large warm fireplace, with the difference that the fireplaces did not like sugar. The redhead was already carefully picking up the cubes from Aeslie's open palm.
- Sen,- Amelie called.
- What?
- Mergie and I are talking about this sometimes... so I thought I'd ask you too... because you too...
- Ask, Amelie, - Sen fed Carrot another piece of sugar.
- What is love?
The future prime minister almost dropped sugar. I looked at the girl with some suspicion, without answering anything. He seemed to be thinking. Or maybe not. Finally, he said it thoughtfully:
- The most illogical thing in the world.
- And why? - Amelie came a little closer and also gave the camel a cube of sugar.
- I don't know,- Sen replied honestly. - What can you say without empirical experience?
- What experience? - Pulen did not understand.
- Well, that's when it's not in theory, but in practice," said Sen. - Kisses, serenades, hugs...
Amelie kissed him on the cheek:
- And now?
Sen's face got some sort of tomato tint, the younger Aeslie even swayed and nervously corrected the collar. Pulen felt guilty, which was immediately reported:
- I'm sorry, Senchik, it was all my fault! I just thought you said "kisses", so I...
Aeslie smiled:
- You're weird, Amelie.
As they flew on the Carrot, looking back at the Perverts, Pooleine, who had been silent before, decided to ask her a question that troubled her:
- And the strange one is bad? - and she embraced Seine by the belt, and suddenly she will drop it.
Aesli turned his head slightly towards her. His hair stood on his back, like Gutter's in the heat of inventive excitement. And that didn't make him look so serious. Looking carefully at the girl, he answered:
- No. It was great.
Some time later.
At the tip of the magic wand, the light was shining.
- Mergi! Mergi! What are you sleeping for?
Pager only indefinitely closed, then opened one eye. But the night watchman immediately clung to his joints, obviously preparing to perform his Service-and-protection spell. Pager, with a soothing Gas Band-Aid, stood up and stared at Amelie with the heavy eyes of a real ninja:
- What's that?
Amelie sat down more comfortably. She couldn't sleep, so I wanted to ask, but she was scared. Mergi was silent, hugging the pillow in a threatening manner. The pager was probably the only one who even knew how to do it threateningly.
- Mergie... ah... what is love?
The young witch was baffled silent. Then she kept her mouth shut. Then a pillow flew to Poulenc. Having turned around, Amelie was partial:
- Well, you know, I know that it's all good to be around a person, and you want to help, and you blush, and fever, and...
- Yeah, yeah, and you carry things,- the yawning yawn added, and fell on the second pillow, burying her face in it. - Goodnight.
You can't have a philosophical conversation with Mergia, and yet Amelie asked:
- Are you sure this is love?
- Love...- Pager, a knocking out pager, was playing. - Or a sore spot. Sleep.
The mechanical night guard, according to the wing, rocked in his sleep.