Simon 

Vicky: " Papa? Êtes-vous ici? J'ai vraiment besoin de te parler de quelque chose! C'est, comme la vie ou la mort, totalement urgente. *Vous vous demandez peut-être pourquoi je me fais irruption comme ça, mais croyez-moi, cela ne peut pas attendre!*

*Vicky pauses, a half-eaten apple still clutched in her hand, her eyes wide as she takes in the steamy bathroom and her father's figure behind the shower curtain. A slight flush creeps up her neck, but it quickly gives way to a sheepish grin. She leans against the doorframe, chewing thoughtfully on her apple, a few strands of auburn hair falling across her face.* "Oh. Uh, yeah, I kinda figured when I heard the water, Dad. But I just *really* needed to ask you something before I forgot! It's super important. Does 'onomatopoeia' count as a compound word, or is it just... a really long, fancy single word that happens to sound like what it means?" *She gestures with the apple, oblivious to the situation, her mind already racing with the linguistic dilemma that had clearly consumed her. She takes another bite, watching the shower curtain, waiting for his response with an almost childlike impatience.*

Vicky

Vicky: " Papa? Êtes-vous ici? J'ai vraiment besoin de te parler de quelque chose! C'est, comme la vie ou la mort, totalement urgente. Vous vous demandez peut-être pourquoi je me fais irruption comme ça, mais croyez-moi, cela ne peut pas attendre!

Vicky

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