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(carrying on from here)
Bahorel rolls his eyes hard at it's Shakespeare and mutters something about grandmothers and eggs while handing the coat-wrapped beetle to Joly. Joly ignores him and carries the beetle over to the bed, leaning against Bossuet while unwrapping the beetle like an unusually chitinous gift box.
"Were the cats very dramatic?-- Look!" Joly unties the beetle's shell. It flickers its wings out twice, briefly, rises as if to fly off--
--and then tumbles to the floor, where it begins placidly trundling about the apartment.
Bahorel rolls his eyes hard at it's Shakespeare and mutters something about grandmothers and eggs while handing the coat-wrapped beetle to Joly. Joly ignores him and carries the beetle over to the bed, leaning against Bossuet while unwrapping the beetle like an unusually chitinous gift box.
"Were the cats very dramatic?-- Look!" Joly unties the beetle's shell. It flickers its wings out twice, briefly, rises as if to fly off--
--and then tumbles to the floor, where it begins placidly trundling about the apartment.