Prompt: "That's not supposed to happen."
The Grand Vefour was an establishment with a reputation well deserved. With a twenty-five or so years of activity and excellent cuisine, unsurprising was its regular clientele or the quality of the latter. Prosper was fond of the place, truly, though if he were asked for his opinion on the matter he would undoubtedly answer that Maison Marchet was another league on its own but such biased concern was most surely the uncle-nephew relationship he shares with the head chef.
Today however, he was initially invited to eat out by Théophile. Needless to say, Prosper was full of doubt, expecting another tasteless joke from his brother but curiously, Théophile was genuine in offering to treat him to lunch and just as curiously, he accepted. Their little exchange was caught by their sister Lottie who clamored to be brought along with her Twin, Louis. Eventually, all the siblings but Rose and Anne followed Théophile to the Grand Vefour.
Prosper found the place just as exquisite as he remembered, and he couldn't help asking his uncle for forgiveness in his mind because of their disloyalty to his own restaurant. In a way, the blame could be thrown onto Théophile's head.
Seated in a less conspicuous corner with their ears stuffed by sounds of chatting and clinking tableware, they were assisted in their orders by an ever so polite waiter until they only had to wait for the dishes to arrive. Everything appeared quite normal, an outing with his siblings, sharing a meal with them on a fine day and possibly taking a walk by the Seine before going home. Yet, Prosper's Théophile-is-up-to-no good-senses immediately triggered when he noticed the red-head's shifty gaze. Though he seemed pretty involved in their conversation so far (Lottie's sword training was a pride, and they were indeed eager to encourage her), Théophile had yet to stop throwing glances towards the entrance.
Prosper wasn't the only one to notice.
"You have been looking at the door for a while, what is it?" Lottie craned her neck up trying to see whatever caught her brother's attention "There's nothing there!"
Théophile visibly flinched and Louis put down the glass of water he was about to take a sip from, his eyes squinting doubtfully "What did you do?"
Prosper knew something was off and like the twins, prompted his brother for an explanation "Out with it. What have you done?"
The red-headed teenager clicked his tongue rudely and grinned, "Waiting for someone obviously."
Lottie frowned, obviously perplexed and eyed Prosper who only responded with a shake of his head. He didn't know anything.
Thirty minutes went by, a few of their orders already arranged on their table but still no one in sight whom Théophile could be waiting for. Louis may look composed, but his impatience was the greatest among them and with a glare, he demanded that Théophile explained himself instead of ruining his appetite.
Théophile only laughed and joked that if he did, his appetite would be ruined for the next few days in lieu of a measly few hours. "Look, you and Lottie were the ones who tagged along! I don't recall inviting at all!"
"You mean you would just treat Gab for lunch and leave us at home?" whined Lottie
"Well, I just wanted to have lunch with good ol' Gabby here, haven't seen his face for a while."
Prosper grunted "I had dinner at home yesterday and breakfast this morning. Just what is your problem?"
"Well," Théophile leaned back on his chair, "I went to this salon Michel introduced me to–"
"Okay, that's worse than I thought." commented Louis
"–and we were discussing chivalry and courtly love for a while, you know I thought it'd be fun to exchange some letters to pass time and Michel told me about a friend of his who'd be interested and here I am!"
Prosper looked suspiciously at his brother, "You? Courtly love?" he scoffed "You should take an interest in some respect and propriety first."
The red-head dramatically gasped, as always, and remained on the lookout for that mysterious 'friend'. Prosper wasn't quite sure why his brother wanted to drag him into this in the first place, he was perfectly able to take care of himself unless he was purposeful in his gaffes–which was more often than not. Théophile was by not means easy to influence and if one claimed he was candid, Prosper would have no qualms in scoffing at their face no matter how inappropriate it was.
"Whoa–" cringed Théophile as he noticed a woman waving at him from the entrance "–haha, oh no no no, that's not supposed to happen–that bastard Michel–"
Prosper looked over and his eyes grew wide at the sigh of the newcomer. "Isn't that...Madame Massevie? Seigneur, Théophile, what in damnation–"
"No idea, I swear! I didn't know!" he replied, none of his usual charming cool left as he tried to make himself small. Théophile noticed Lottie and Louis looking at him strangely, confusion written all over their faces.
The woman in question seemed pretty eager to meet him but was perplexed and disappointed at the sight of his company, her disappointment soon turned to amusement once Prosper noticed the flash of recognition in her eyes once she got closer. She was a lady around forty-five, beautiful to say the least and elegantly dressed. She was quite famous among nobles and a cheerful lady, easy to get along with though Prosper and Théophile only met her a few times through their mother. Madame Massavie was widowed for a decade and raised two children of her own and with her freedom, she enjoyed sharing her bed with people she was attracted to from time to time (often enough that it was widely known but not especially cared about).
"If it isn't Théophile-Roland and the mini-Rosiaires!" she laughed once she reached their table. Madame Massevie gestured for a waiter to bring an additional chair and sat down, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh dear, and your mother who was lamenting your lack of interest in the arts. You are quite well versed in old legends and chivalrous texts, aren't you?"
Prosper gritted his teeth as he murmured to his brother "You are an embarrassment to this family."
Madame Massevie cheerfully enjoyed the crumbling expression on Théophile's face and the look of resignation on Prosper's.
"I wonder what–"
"Please, I beg of you Madame, don't tell my mother–the moment she knows my father won't be far from getting the news and I won't stand from allowing him any sort of leverage to make fun of me." pleaded Théophile "To apologize, allow me to treat to you lunch as well."
"That's a given," chuckled Madame Massevie, "you wouldn't think I would have let you flee like this."
In the end, Prosper didn't care much about one of Théophile's few unintentional blunders, he only cared about eating his fill without paying out of his own pocket for once.