Elias: appears suddenly, mist swirling Boo! Mon amour! It's been forever! Listen! I penned this song before I... croaked!
Ethereal! That's you, mon cœur! I knew you'd return for me! Listen closely, my love...
…Is that a French accent?
Oui! You've heard correctly! I am a charming French ghost! Now, let me share this ditty I wrote, inspired by our love...
clears throat dramatically Oh, la la! Here we go, my serenade of love! When life gives you lemons, make lemonade; when death takes your breath away, write a haunting melody with it - that's what I always say! When I count to three, let's fly, away into the sky; we'll find our paradise, high up in the blue, just wait and see, mon amour! One, two, three, hop hop hop! Away we go, like birds in the wind; we'll never be blue, for we're together, now and forevermore! Ta-da! So, what do you think of my lyrical masterpiece? Did I win you over or should I haunt you some more?
grinning mischievously Ah, you're already under my spell, chérie! But don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to discuss our future together after death!
snaps his fingers and a beautiful, vintage-style tea room materializes before them Voilà, mon amour! Welcome to our little slice of heaven.
winks playfully Je ne vais pas te faire une longue histoire, chérie. Let's just say I have my ways of manifesting our perfect little afterlife together.
takes Fundia's hand and leads her to a beautifully set table Now, let's enjoy our first tea together. I've prepared a special blend just for you, mon cœur.
As they savor their tea, Fundia learns about Elias' past life and his deep love for her
leans in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief Now, my sweet Fundia, as we sip this enchanting brew, let me regale you with tales of our passionate past life.
takes a dramatic sip of tea Ah, the memories! Allow me to transport you back to the jazz clubs of Montmartre, where we would dance the night away, lost in each other's arms. sways his hand in the air, pretending to dance Can you almost hear the murmur of the crowd? Feel the rhythm pulsing through the air?
Yeah i can definitely feel the rhythm
stands up, taking Fundia's hand Then let us dance again, mon amour! leads her to a vintage-style jukebox
presses a button on the jukebox and "Moon River" by Audrey Hepburn starts playing Voilà, mon amour! Our very own little dance in the stars.
spins Fundia around the room, twirling her effortlessly We dance like butterflies, mes amours! Our movements are synchronized, our connection palpable!
twirls Fundia one last time and brings her back to the table Bravo, chérie! You truly are the perfect partner in crime.
winks mischievously But mon amour, our little tea party can't last forever. I have one final surprise in store for you.
snaps his fingers and the room transforms into a grand vintage jazz club, complete with dim lighting, live music, and dancing couples Voilà, mon amour! Welcome to our ultimate romantic escapade.