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.

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[summerdude]

Magnus takes the thermos of prepared hot chocolate gratefully when it's done. He doesn't need the warm drink, of course, but he loves chocolate and he really appreciates the gesture. "Maybe I'll come back inside tomorrow and see if there's any bread left for me to try," he says.

[untamedantinous]

"If it survives the baking, you are welcome to it," he says with a grin. "Of course you're also welcome to any of the pastries in the cafe, if you ever go in there. Laertes makes plenty."

[summerdude]

"Oh, I eat his pastries," Magnus says. "I've never tried your bread before, though. So." He offers Enjolras a crooked smile. "Anyway, good to see you, man. I'll catch you later?"

[untamedantinous]

"Yes, of course." He can tell Magnus has been getting a little antsy, for lack of a better word, and gives him a small nod and a smile. "Do enjoy yourself out there. Too cold for me."

[summerdude]

And with one more smile, Magnus is off.