Grantaire pretends affront. "Is my life so terrible?" he asks, hand to chest. "In any case, Courfeyrac is perfectly functional, though I think his coworkers may not be if they keep trying to out-do him in festivity."

It's good to hear Combeferre laugh, and to laugh with him, and he's in good cheer as they head down the street. "Desserts," he muses. "I think I know the place," he decides, and turns them toward downtown a little bit.

"I do. Very short, and not much of a contributor to the rent," he grins. "I don't have the faintest idea what possessed Gavroche," R admits, "and I doubt I'm qualified to be ensuring the safety of a minor, but it's been good to have him close." Better than he'll admit; Gavroche is as close to family as he has here, and if he spends the rest of his life making up for not having stirred to keep him safe on the barricade, he thinks that might be almost enough.

Besides, between Edgar and Gavroche he just about has motivation to keep himself in one piece.