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"I understand it now!" Franz declared, leaping to his feet, and Albert took a second look at the bottle, just to make sure it wasn't absinthe. He did not want a repeat of his fourteenth birthday,thank you, because there had been a lot of yelling after the whole vomit-on-the-reports-from-that-one-quadrant-with-the-funky-name incident.

"What do you understand?" he said slowly, as one would toan idiot or a child, of which Franz was neither, but he could perhaps have lost a little bit of his mind somewhere along the way from his house to this lovely little picnicking spot.

"The Count!" hesaid, flourishing his glass and only managing to spill a little of it on his very nice shoes.

Albert blinked. Several times. "Eh?!"

"The Count! I understand why you're so googly-eyed over theCount!"

Albert blinked again. "What are you talking abou - hey! I am NOT googly-eyed!"

Franz laughed at him. Albert jumped (rather unsteadily, truth be told) to his feet and started beating himwith a napkin in a righteous fury.

"I am not googly-eyed! Take it back!"

Unfortunately, Franz did not seem to be quailing beneath his mighty assault. In point of fact, he appeared to be giggling."Hey! Shut up!" He dropped the napkin, scowling (it was NOT a pout either, dammit!) and bopped him upside the head. "I'm not googly!"

Franz smirked. "Uh-huh," he singsonged, and gave him aconsoling pat on the head.

"Not googly," he grumbled.

"Fine, fine, you're not googly. You're sparkly!"

He smacked him again. "Shut up! I am not!"

"Wibbly?"

Thwack. "Shut up!""Infatuated!"

Albert turned bright crimson and attempted to beat him to death with their empty picnic basket. It didn't quite work, because Franz kept ducking, and his balance wasn't all that steady to beginwith. He did chase him around the tree for a bit, though. At least until they both fell over, at which point a truce was enacted mainly because neither one of them was quite capable of getting up...