"The cafe did seem pretty sick during the talent show," Magnus says, enthusiastic. "And -- I'm happy to hear about politics if you wanna talk about them. I don't really know how a lot of things work outside of my specific area of experience. Obviously all cops are bastards, but..." He shrugs, and then squints at Enjolras, debating asking about how Grantaire is doing -- he still sometimes thinks about Enjolras's shining memory of Grantaire, the one he saw when he was healing the guy.

He settles for waggling his eyebrows. "A shared cafe, huh? How's that going?"