Adrien flops face-first onto his bed and growls into his pillow; once the sound of Nathalie's heels has changed from staccato on the staircase to andante across the floor, he rolls over and tells Plagg, "I'm moving to Normandy to work on a dairy farm."

"I don't know, I don't think you have the muscle for that," Plagg says, laughing, "or the right sort of nose."

"Ha, ha," deadpans Adrien (amused more than annoyed, if only because Plagg understands why Adrien will not, in fact, be reducing his physical activity in order to make his clothes need less tailoring), "but just think: so much less bullshit."


Camembert is a controlled-designation-of-origin cheese; guess where its place of origin is