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[logomachist]

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[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.

[epiny]

[Same reason that Eponine hung around Marius, that's why Grantaire was always there. Honestly, she thought he was pretty open about it.]

Gotcha.

[She nods, shoving more fries into her mouth.] Can we take some of this home?

[She may as well, now that she's taking advantage of him, take full advantage of him.

Like father, like daughter.]

[logomachist]

[Alas, men like Enjolras and Marius could rarely see the open and obvious in this regard.

Enjolras could, at least, see where being 'taken advantage of' might end with more food in bellies than charity.] If you like.

[epiny]

[A cheer rings out from the two youngest Thénardiers.]

That's a yes, we'd like, then.

[logomachist]

Go on, then. [The rest of his own sandwich is popped into his mouth as he begins patting for his wallet.] Get a cookie for the road, if you want.

[He likely will, if only to smooth that along.]