Yeah, this just happened to me. (and I confess to re-reading Sassy Creed)
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Machiavelli stretched, finally setting the quill down and putting aside the paper to dry. His fingers were ink stained, and he had burned the midnight candle again.
A gentle breeze wafted past.
"La Volpe, if you are going to come in, at least close the window behind you."
The man shrugged, leaning against the door frame. "Actually, the reason I came here tonight was to ask you a question, mio amico."
"Va bene, let me hear it."
Perhaps if he had remembered who his friend was, he would not have walked into such an obvious trap.
"Pulchritudinous, how do you spell it?"
With a sigh, Machiavelli wondered why he was friends with a man who claimed only street smarts, for all he had lived life.
"P-U-L-C-H-R-I-T-U-D-I-N-O-U-S and it means 'beautiful'. Why?"
"I-T."
Machiavelli looked at La Volpe.
"What?"
"I asked, 'Pulchritudinous, how do you spell it'?" La Volpe was grinning as he watched his friend's face fall.
"I can't believe I fell for that." Machiavelli groaned. "If there is nothing else, then I am going to bed. Close the window on your way out."
La Volpe grinned as he watched the philosopher walk down the hallway to his bedroom.
His smile faded a bit.
"Of course, M-A-C-H-I-A-V-E-L-L-I spells it too." He murmured to himself.
~fin