Bonjour, 'allo.

[all_that_grace]

Enters a good-looking young man in his early twenties, tall and lean in a manner that suggests he will likely go quickly to heaviness once he gets older and less energetic; but at the moment, all cheery grace as he wanders up the path. "B'god, if this is Paradise they're letting anyone in these days! Hallo? Anyone here?"

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[she_is_france]

Oh, look, it's turning into a good day.

"I am." It has to be admitted, that is fond amusement in his voice.

[all_that_grace]

The smile is incandescent. "Enjolras!" And Courfeyrac goes to meet him, hands outstretched -- one doesn't quite pounce Enjolras, glad as one may be to see him.

[she_is_france]

"Courfeyrac." Enjolras steps out too, and takes his hands firmly. "It's good to see you."

[all_that_grace]

"Good to see you in one piece, God! How are you?"

[she_is_france]

"Well - beginning to miss having classes to attend, but well. You?"

[all_that_grace]

"Good Lord, is it that bad?" He laughs. "You poor soul. I'm very well, glad to be in one piece myself -- are we all here, then?"

[she_is_france]

"Almost. There is a library, at least." He smiles. "I don't think so - at least I haven't seen everyone."

[all_that_grace]

"Library," with exaggerated disdain. "God, it is that bad. I shall pine away."

And then sobers, considering that. "What happened back there, then? I-- don't remember much."

[she_is_france]

Enjolras snorts. "I'm sure you'll find something better. After all, we're not snowed in anymore."

"It did get... chaotic." Enjolras pauses, considering how to put it. "The barricade fell. You all did. So did I."

[all_that_grace]

An intaken breath, not quite a shiver. "I rather thought so."

[she_is_france]

It's an extreme circumstance, so Enjolras puts his hand on Courfeyrac's shoulder.

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac reaches up to take it in his own, a quick press. "So the others are-- where?"

[she_is_france]

"Here and about," Enjolras says, "More or less everyone comes through the kitchen eventually - it would seem Marius escaped somehow, because he's married."

Wry? Enjolras? Surely you're mistaken. "The lady assured me it was so herself."

[all_that_grace]

"Oh, Lord! Mam'selle What's-her-name!" Courfeyrac bursts out laughing. "I should have known, he was determined on it."

[she_is_france]

"He has achieved his heart's desire," Enjolras says, with a smile that somewhat resembles a smirk.

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac's eyes crinkle up. "He's an industrious lad."