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୨୧╼ There was so much that Violet wished to say to Monty. She was sure he had heard of her trials and tribulations. The Baudelaire’s exploits had become quite infamous on both sides of V.F.D. Yet there was only so much a coded message could convey. “Sunny is a chef now. Klaus is a university professor. All under aliases of course. One can never be too careful of those with treacherous intentions.”

        “Feel free to take a seat at the counter while I cook. Beatrice has taken the position as the Editor of the school paper at her school. She will be home late due to those commitments. I imagine it does Lemony proud.” Though she had not spent time with Lemony personally, she felt as if she knew him. As he was the one who recorded the bitter truth of their plight. For better or for worse.

         “How do you feel about pasta puttanesca? Sunny has perfected a recipe for it. Being one of Beatrice’s favorites – she shared it with me when she moved.  While I might not be on the phenomenal chef my sister is, I think I do quite well.” While there were sad memories attached to the dish, there were happy ones as well. Even in the darkness of Count Olaf’s guardianship, making pasta puttanesca for the first time was a treasured memory. 

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i'll keep you safe prompts. ୨୧ accepting

“this isn’t up for discussion. i know you’re used to looking out for yourself, but i need you to understand that you don’t have to live like that anymore. i’m here. for as long as i’m around, i’m going to come between you and anything that wants to hurt you.”  - monty ( @ofmaddogs )

୨୧╼ Uncle Monty was not family by blood. Yet being with him always made a house feel like a home. In horror she had thought he had met his untimely demise by the hand of Count Olaf. To find out he managed to survive and avoid further wrath filled her heart with joy. It was comforting that he still wished to act as her guardian, even if it had been years since she required one. 

     “I worried the code I left to my location would be solved by villainous forces. I am ecstatic that you were the one to resolve it.” Petite hands took Monty’s into her own. It had been so long since they were in each other’s company. So much had transpired to the happiness they experienced under his care. Part of her worried if she was worth someone’s protection and care anymore. 

     “My apologies,” A melancholic smile grew across Violet’s face. ”It’s just been so long since I felt support from anyone other than my siblings.” Out of all the adults she had met, Monty was one of those that disappointed her the least. From the first meeting he genuinely showed care for the Baudelaire’s, and for a brief minute gave them hope for a better life. “Please, you must stay with Beatrice and I. We must catch up over dinner. Though I am not as talented in the kitchen as Sunny – you will find I am not completely hopeless.”