untamedantinous | quatre: they will put away the sword

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.

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untamedantinous

"Mm, yes. We only found him out because a young boy recognized him for what he was and called him out." He shrugs a little. "We would have traded him for one of our own, but -- at that point it was too late."

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summerdude

"He died?"

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untamedantinous

“Our Prouvaire was shot before we could make the trade, yes.” He sighs. “We all died, aside from one. I suppose it’s a good thing he’s not here.”

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summerdude

"The cop didn't die? That's so much worse," Magnus says, sadly, even though he of all people definitely knows that death isn't usually the end of a life.

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untamedantinous

“Oh, he may have. I heard the gunshot, I did not see him again after that.” He doesn’t sound as if he particularly minds. He is, however, incorrect in his assumptions.

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summerdude

"Huh." Magnus is slightly mollified. He gets back into action sweeping snacks into his backpack. "Okay then."

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untamedantinous

“I would have shot him myself, but a volunteer offered. He had just saved Pontmercy’s life; so —“ He shrugs. “It seemed fitting to give him what he wanted.” He watches Magnus for a moment, thoughtful. “Would you like something warm to drink to bring out, as well? I could make tea or coffee, or vin chaud.”

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summerdude

"Oh for sure, wouldn't necessarily want that on your own wyrd either," Magnus nods. "What's vin chaud?"

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untamedantinous

“Ah, mulled wine? It is served during the winter, generally. Hot wine with spices in it, it is very good.” If Magnus doesn’t want any, Enjolras may make some later; but he figured he would offer.

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summerdude

"I'm not really into booze," Magnus says, apologetically. "So I'll pass on that, but thanks! I'm more, like, Hot Chocolate Guy."

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untamedantinous

"Ah! Also quite good, yes. I'm sure we can find some if you'd like." Don't mind Enjolras, Magnus, literally everyone drinks wine when he's from. (He does, clearly, though less so than other Frenchmen we could name.)

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summerdude

"Oh yeah, that'd be sick," says Magnus, immediately going around the kitchen and opening a bunch of cabinets, looking for some.

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untamedantinous

He blinks a little. “Oh, is there some that comes in packets like the coffee? I have only ever had it already made.”

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summerdude

"I guess? All I know is that hot chocolate involves chocolate."

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untamedantinous

"Yes, and probably a good deal of sugar. Well, let's look." And so he dives into the cupboards as well, looking for anything and everything that might say 'chocolate.'

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summerdude

Magnus helps. Turns out there's a lot of chocolate chip energy bars in there! He puts them all in his backpack.

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untamedantinous

Enjolras will helpfully pass those along, too, as he has no idea what they are. Eventually, he does manage to find a box of instant hot chocolate, and studies it, lips pursed. "Is this it?"