"I will do all three," Aramis decides, bringing his wine over to the potatoes. "Shall I choose something classical?" he asks, face twisted for the notion that the music they heard at court is now archaic. Timeless, more like. "There is a bit of music I like," he adds suddenly, "Named for a gun. I don't know why, there are no songs about revolvers on the album, but it is still enjoyable. By some people named for insects."
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