"That's to your benefit," Grantaire laughs and goes for his coat. He can tell Combeferre is judging him a bit, but he's used to it. "There is a joy to spontaneity, one I suspect you haven't been indulging in frequently enough. You are a doctor, my friend, you must take care for your spirit as well as your mind and body and that of your family's."

He shrugs on the coat and ushers 'Ferre back outward. "But then, I suppose that's what I'm for, as I am expert in keeping oneself in good spirits," he jokes. "What do you think for dinner? Seafood, baguettes, something barely dreamed up back home?" He knows it all. Grantaire may forget to feed himself some days, or subside on the fried food he's entitled to during a shift, but he hasn't forgotten his pride in knowing the best of everything. And he does have a lover who delights in all things edible.