The good ol'days

Basil and Kitty walk the streets of Petropolis, and all of a sudden, upon the two detectives, falls a big piano, and the two are stunned and said:
Kitty: Ooh
Basil: What happened, where we are, where we are, and who am I, ah, it is true are Basil of Baker Street.
Kitty: I am Kitty Katswell, if I remember correctly?
Basil: Yes, and it's true, Ты are Miss Kitty Katswell, it's true!
Kitty: Oh, right, it's obvious, but ...
Basil: But What?
Kitty: Ты have a strange face.
Basil: Really?
The мышь investigator looks at her reflection in a puddle and now.
Basil: Eeeh, whahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa,...

Anya, meanwhile, had finally finished getting ready. She was nervous about meeting the Empress again. The last time she had met her, well, she had been a child, not knowing any better but now she was an adult, she would be judged as one.

She thought back to that last meeting. The Empress had seemed so nice and then she had been about to talk to Belle too but then her father had swept her away and Belle had never spoken to her since. Poor Belle. “I know what she must think of me,” Anya sighed, “but I never asked for this.”

Straightening her midnight blue dress and checking that her hair...