quatre: they will put away the sword

[untamedantinous]

There are a number of kitchens to be found in the mansion, as most people know. Enjolras is in one of them, flour speckling his flannel shirt and black jeans. There is a recipe book open on the counter near him, open to a page on baguettes. The young man in question is currently absorbed in kneading some dough: once again, something new to concentrate on. (Yes, he had known that Combeferre and Courfeyrac were only here for a day, but that does not really make it much better.) So, inspired by Laertes -- and, perhaps, the underwhelming boeuf bourguignon the mansion had provided the other day -- he is attempting a French classic. Perhaps a homemade baguette will taste better than mansion-provided food.

Comments

[futaille]

"An insult to both our cuisine and him, in that case. Good to see you trying to rectify it."

[untamedantinous]

"Perhaps the baguette will be a decent peace offering, though considering his size, I do not think it will fill him up."

[futaille]

"Considering his size, I don't think a dozen baguettes would fill him."

[untamedantinous]

"Probably not, no," laughing a little. "He is good company, though."

[futaille]

"Oh, extraordinarily good company! A most amiable man."

[untamedantinous]

He slants a half-amused, half-resigned look Grantaire's way. "You got drunk with him, didn't you."

[futaille]

His answering grin is bright and shameless ."We may have had a drinking contest, yes."

[untamedantinous]

"A contest. I hesitate to ask who won."

[futaille]

"Oh, you can ask all you want, but I honestly can't say I remember the answer."

[untamedantinous]

"Of course not." He busies himself with taking a sip of coffee.

[futaille]

He takes a sip of his beer. "It was a light wager anyway. A tour against teaching a game of some kind, so I'm satisfied regardless."

[untamedantinous]

"Well, I'm certain you've discovered a number of games here."

[futaille]

"And yet I'm always happy to learn more." He pauses, thinking back. "Although I think he may have wanted to teach me archery."

[untamedantinous]

"I do not think I would trust you with a flying, sharp object." There is no sharpness in it, clearly meant teasingly.

[futaille]

"That's just the thing! I don't think I would trust me with a flying, sharp object," he says, laughing.

[untamedantinous]

"Well, at least you see sense in that regard," with a grin.

[futaille]

Have a grin back, Enjolras. "Oh, I am an exceedingly practical man, as I have always been."

[untamedantinous]

"Of course you are," extremely dry.

[futaille]

"I am ever so glad we agree, Enjolras." He takes another drink.

[untamedantinous]

"Are you going to go to Sagramore and Laertes' dance?" He hops up on the counter himself, debating on refilling his coffee.

[futaille]

"I intend to. Are you?"

[untamedantinous]

"I have been invited, and told I must dance," with a resigned sigh. "I have not danced since I was still in the south, I think."

[futaille]

"Oh, that you must. I'm sure you were overjoyed at that news." He shrugs. "If you need to practice at any point, I'm willing to help."

[untamedantinous]

“Claudius was quite insistent.” He hops down from the counter to go start himself a cup of instant coffee, and clears his throat. “Perhaps. I don’t even know when it is.”

[futaille]

"Insistent or not, you don't have to go if you'd rather not, though." Another sip. "It would be good to see you there but awful to see you there miserable."