So, About That Funeral...

BASTIEN I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it "If only I had a story half as thrilling as yours." He did not often call his own life boring, had made a career of bragging about how wonderful it was and would continue to be, but he couldn't really beat secret royalty and curses and evil husbands. Painting in the Venetian courtyards was a lovely image but made for boring storytelling; there were only so many times you could talk about how the light hit the cobblestones just right. Bastien watched curiously as Rexanna came to a realisation about her own voice. As he'd said before he had not noticed much wrong with her before, perhaps because in Bastien's imagination everyone was flirting with him all the time, but he was still glad to see her happy. "Well, I'm glad I could help? If I did? What was it you had to do, exactly?" He had assumed curses from Frey could only be fixed by sexual means, and all they had done was talk. But if he had helped, that was a good start on his list of selfless deeds, he thought, even if it had been unintentional.