open: don't let the wine go to your brains

[untamedantinous]

It shouldn’t be this hard to prepare for a meeting. He’s done it countless times before. However, this time, it somehow is difficult. He’s never really had to set things up at times like this; and he knows as well as anyone else that he is not the best at social niceties. Granted, this meeting is in a much more well-appointed cafe than any he had ever been accustomed to holding space in in Paris. At least they have the benefit of a larger space. Consequently, Enjolras has spent much of the day of the eighth of Menestheus preparing, a little uncertain of how to plan a social gathering that is not immediately centered around planning a revolution. He is trying his best, at least.

Most of the tables and chairs have been pushed a bit more to the center of the room; the couch is arranged off to the opposite side. There are even various pillows scattered about, should anyone choose to sit on the floor. Arranged on a few of the larger tables and the counter there is a modest spread of food: of course, some of Laertes and Galahad’s pastries; but Enjolras has also procured what amounts to a few charcuterie platters: sliced sausages and meats, a selection of (mostly French) cheese, and various sliced loaves of bread and crackers are laid out for perusal, and spreads to go along with them. In an effort to provide multiple options of entertainment, Grantaire has set up a table somewhat near the food, with an assortment of wines and liqueurs. Off to one side, there are a few pots of brewed coffee, cream, sugar, and whatever else anyone might like to add to their beverage of choice. If anyone is drawn to the liquor cabinet, they will find three cups filled with various pieces of paper sitting atop it.

Enjolras himself is lingering on the couch with a glass of wine and some bread. He’s not sure how many people were even informed about this gathering, though he had done his best to advertise. If no one arrives then perhaps he will try again another time; but at least a few in attendance other than himself and Grantaire would certainly be welcome.

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[forgethertoo]

Aornis nods. "Technology can do a lot. It's brought back extinct animals and created time travel in my world; according to Magnus, that's fairly rare."

[tallyyoungblood]

"We have the extinct animals," Tally brags. "But no time travel. Unless you count going forward." She giggles nervously.

[forgethertoo]

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” Aornis says dryly, thinking about Thursday getting out of a truly evil end of the world conundrum with the help of her idiotic, meddling time-traveling father. “A lot of rules and regulations. There are even restrictions on cheese; the government thinks it’s too addictive.”

She was legitimately shocked when she opened up the fridge in the kitchen and found an entire cheese drawer.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Like... for environmental concerns?" Tally asks. "I know raising cows was totally killing the planet."

[forgethertoo]

"No, for health reasons. I believe the Cheese Duty Act started in ...1963?" She had gone out with someone who worked in cheese legislation once. He told her a lot about it until she became bored and had to ditch him. "The original reasoning was that sustained cheese abuse caused infertility, memory loss¹, tastebud destruction, and ...well, death."

¹Hmm.

[tallyyoungblood]

"That's totally crazy!" Tally exclaims. "Just try some plant-based cheese. It's great."

[forgethertoo]

"I'm sure I can find some here." Aornis eyes the coffee machine. "I think I might need something stronger than tea to get through this meeting, but it was good to meet you, Tally."

[tallyyoungblood]

"Good to meet you too, Aornis!" Tally lets her go, since she can't have a drink herself.