You haven’t got snails?’ ‘No, Mademoiselle.’ ‘Even tinned ones?’ ‘Certainly not! Everything’s freshly made here.’ ‘Fine, I’ll have an ice cream then.’ ‘For your starter?’ ‘An ice cream, I don’t care what flavour but with Chantilly cream – and lots of it!’ ‘Very good, Mademoiselle.’ There were very few people in the hotel dining room, but those who overheard Agnès’s order held their forks in mid-air. Éliette and Étienne hid behind their menus. ‘What? I can order an ice cream if I want, can’t I?’ ‘Don’t you think you might be overdoing it a bit?’ ‘No, I don’t, Daddykins. All I want is an ice cream and to get out of this hole as soon as possible. Don’t you want that too, Éliette?’ ‘You read my mind. And you didn’t even need to ask your mirror on the wall.’ ‘Oh but I did ask. Mirror, mirror … Mirrors covered in snow … Whatever. The pair of you can do what you like, but I’m getting out of here, OK?
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