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[logomachist]

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[logomachist]

[She's good with the kids. Of course she's good with the kids. It's still quietly reassuring to see.]

She's got some stiff competition, then.

[Not that Enjolras particularly paid attention to the small, shifting number of men and women who found themselves sighing after his gold hair and broad shoulders. Really, at the end of the day, who ever made it properly close to unseating Patria in a heart like his?]

Besides, [his lips twitch just faintly for a second,] as a wise man said, girls aren't what's important to me right now.

[epiny]

[What's so surprising, or rather, unsurprising, about Eponine being good with kids?]

She does?

[Eponine turns to him, pointing at him with a fork to indicate he needs to dish if he's got a girlfriend or a boyfriend or whatever because she doesn't keep track of anyone's relationship status except for Marius'.

And Montparnasse's, but they were supposed to get married, according to her father. He really did love Montparnasse more than her.

That gets Eponine to grin over her diet coke.] Boys, then.

[logomachist]

[There's just something comforting about knowing responsible individuals were still capable of looking after children properly.

It's less comforting to find himself choking slightly on a second bite of food.]

--also not what's important.

[This moment right here, honestly, as more important than dating and kissing and whatever else it was people did with each other.

(Never mind that they'd gotten here because he couldn't, apparently, remember who he'd kissed the night before. What he gets for letting Courfeyrac talk him into having a drink, clearly.)]

[epiny]

[Enjolras is the only person in the world who would consider Eponine responsible.

A drink? No, if Eponine remembered correctly, he'd been trashed.]

Gotcha.

[She didn't really, but she'd let it go. Least he start badgering her about her own love-life. She didn't want to tell him about Montparnasse, and she certainly didn't want to confess her huge crush on Marius, either.

Not that everyone pretty much already didn't know.]

[logomachist]

[Thankfully, other people's love lives are actually not at all on Enjolras's radar--except for, say, when it busts up a meeting and completely distracts an otherwise useful individual from being even partway useful.

There's no genuine interest in his half-hearted attempt at civility.]

You're all right in-- all that regard?

[epiny]

[Oh. He was asking about her love-life. Eponine swallows a bite of her sandwich.]

Yes...?

[Not because she wasn't all right- she was very all right when it came to her relationship. Really, it was the fact that he asked at all that shocked her.] Things are great, yeah.

[Which was Azelma's cue for "She and 'Parnasse are going to get married," in a rather throw-away manner, like it was no big deal, just some casual fact. Eponine takes another bite of her sandwich, hoping to prolong any other questions that were now going to fall her way.]

[logomachist]

[Huh. That almost seems like something he should have known.]

Hm. [Eponine doesn't seem terribly bothered about it, and Enjolras certainly doesn't care much.] Congratulations, then.

[And back to the more absent sort of chatter he goes, prodding Gavroche about keeping up with maths.]

[epiny]

[She's so thankful he's underplayed it.]

Eh, nothing to congratulate. Dad just really wants him in the family and I'm the quickest way.

[logomachist]

[Enjolras can mostly behave himself in front of children. He can behave himself best in front of children he actually rather likes.]

If you want to be.

[It's still a mostly.]

[epiny]

Not like anyone else would want to. And besides, 'Zelma is only fifteen.

[Eponine, at least, was almost eighteen.

Still, she shoots Enjolras a look that says 'drop it or I will punch you'.]

[logomachist]

[There are children at the table. There are children, and Eponine's had a long day.

It doesn't stop Enjolras from making an arch look back in her direction, but it keeps his tongue in his mouth for the moment.]

[epiny]

[Eponine blinks.] What?

[Is it because she's so blunt? Because this is the way they talk in her family, okay?]

[logomachist]

It's an important decision.

[To most people, at any rate. Enjolras personally would have ranked 'getting a GED' above 'getting married,' but that's a skewed sample.

Still, the underlying concern of abdicating free choice remains.]

[epiny]

Not really. Nothing would change. I'd just live with him.

[She takes another bite of her food.]

[logomachist]

[That, at least, seems like a sensible enough manner to think about marriage.]

Do you want to live with him?

[epiny]

Why not? [She shrugs.] I'm over there a lot, anyway.

[logomachist]

If that's what you want.

[It isn't a fight. It isn't even a quarrel.

It will be, if it ever comes up anywhere else, but that's somewhere else.]

[epiny]

Plus, who else is gonna be cool with me banging other guys?

[Gavroche and Azelma aren't even paying attention, and if they were, they didn't care.]

[logomachist]

[--well. That, certainly, isn't a quarrel. Apparently it isn't much of a conversation.

But, you know, it's a good sandwich he's eating, so there's that.]

[epiny]

[Very good sandwich. Eponine's nearly done with hers, and has moved on to her fries, dipping them liberally in ketchup. She's got to make this meal last for as long as she possibly can. Who knew when she'd eat next.]

I've never been here before y'know.

[logomachist]

It's not bad.

[This, hopefully, is a better tack.]

We come here fairly often.

[That's not pushy, surely.]

[epiny]

We?

You and the others?

[You're giving her a great excuse to come lurk around. This is a bad decision.]

[logomachist]

[Feeding people is rarely a bad decision.]

It's close by where we usually meet, you know?

[epiny]

Musain's food isn't that bad.

[She's eaten off of all of their plates, refusing to let them pay for her to eat something. She didn't care about the meetings at all. She was really just there to look at Marius. And somehow that had turned into things like this. Or things like drinking with Grantaire or giggling with Bossuet.]

[logomachist]

No. But they like to stretch their legs.

[Besides, it was good to keep talking out in the real world. It was good to be overheard now and then by someone other than each other--if, perhaps, only questionably good to get into sharp arguments with people other than Grantaire. The dark-haired man seemed oddly willing to keep coming back in spite of himself.]

We go up and down the street, sometimes.