Let the wine of friendship never run dry....

[le_centre]

Characters: Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Joly, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Emma Frost, Remus Lupin, Warren Worthington III, Elena Lagos, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Laurence, Temeraire and Dr. Zack Addy
Location: A room that has space for a dinner party and a dragon
Time: Monday, 6pm
Content: Enjolras Can Be Charming, i.e. a dinner party for

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whoops repost

[fuckyeahmaths]

Temeraire, whilst horrifyingly intelligent and very well-mannered, was occasionally quite, well. Dragon-like. Now, as he arrived and carefully grew back to a respectable size, was one of those times. He didn't particularly bother to hide his covetous fascination with the dish meant for him, though he did tear himself away long enough to turn to Enjolras and wish him a good birthday and present him with a wrapped cuboid that was obviously a book. Just as obviously, it had not been wrapped by Temeraire, although due to the slight scoring on one side it was possible he had added the ribbon.

Didn't see a thing!

[le_centre]

Courfeyac could not quite keep from staring. He had seen a fair number of things in his life, but a dragon that could quite easily change its own size and wrap books had never been one of them.

"Ah... bienvenue," said Courfeyrac, shaking himself out of his astonishment and smiling. "You must be Temeraire. I see you found your dish already- I'm sorry I couldn't, ah... fit it on the table. Is it alright where it is? I can move it closer once we start in on the meal."

oh my god consecutive posting fail

[fuckyeahmaths]

"Oh! Merci beaucoup," Temeraire guiltily shuffled himself a little further away from the cow, and dipped into his usual half-bow, "Ne vous faites pas de mauvais sang; cela paraît délicieux." The last was added with considerable enthusiasm, and a lash of his tail that fortunately hit only air.

"Vous êtes Courfeyrac, n'est-ce pas?"

fail on my part too, no worries

[le_centre]

"Oui, je suis bien Courfeyrac," he replied, astonished anew. Granted, Courfeyrac did not have much experience with dragons, but he hardly expected them to speak perfect French.

Courfeyrac struggled to find something relevent to say. "Euh... enchantée. C'est vraiment un plaisir de faire votre connaissance et, euh, je suis ravi que vous soyez content avec votre diner, même s'il est un peu différent." Well that was terribly banal. "Your command of French is really excellent, by the way. Did you learn it here?"

[fuckyeahmaths]

"If I am still hungry, I am sure I shall try some of Laurence's," Temeraire assured him, pleased that he had made a good impression. The banality didn't affect him whatsoever, so novel was the idea of being invited to a party. "Thank you; I learned French in the egg, for I was found by a French ship and there was not much else to do but listen to them all talk."

[le_centre]

"You learned French... in the egg?" Courfeyrac asked curiously. "I had no idea dragons could do that. I ought to offer you an aperitif at this point, but ah...." He lifted a tablecloth on one of the side tables and began rummaging around under it. "Ah ha." Courfeyrac emerged with a grin and a bottle of port. "I knew I had an extra. I am afraid I have to admit my ignorance here. Do you drink at all? If so, would this be about the right size for a before dinner drink?"

[fuckyeahdragons]

Laurence would have arrived with Temeraire had he not been waylaid in the corridor outside by a ruffled-looking Harry seeking his advice on a Ruth-related manner. As it was, he arrived in time to find his dragon speaking to an apron-clad young man with a French accent, who was presumably their host for the evening.

Even after so long away from their home, hearing the soft roll of those vowels and consonants sparked an instinctive mixture of sadness and guilt in Laurence, and so he took a little time to adjust the fit of his brocade jacket and the length of his cuffs before approaching the pair, schooling his expression towards something more presentable.

[fuckyeahmaths]

"It is terribly boring, waiting to hatch," Temeraire explained, helpful as anything, "And your languages are so very interesting." He watched Courfeyrack moving about curiously, and peered at the bottle once it was flourished at him.

"Oh, that is port? I have never tried it." He was about to eagerly request this be corrected when he caught a glimpse of brocade out of the corner of his eye. And, naturally, turned to greet Laurence again affectionately, despite having parted company less than fives minutes before.

"Courfeyrac, this is Laurence, my captain. Laurence, Courfeyrac prepared all of this food!" He snuck another glance towards his own portion, and added, "Is it not wonderful?"

[le_centre]

"Yes, port! Would the bottle be difficult for you to hold? I suppose I could find a punchbowl somewhere- ah, hallo!" Courfeyrac smiled and remembered to hold out his hand instead of kiss the air above the newcomer's cheeks. "Enchanté!. I'm Courfeyrac. Enjolras is around here somewhere, being more useful than he has a right to be on his birthday. Can I offer you an aperitif?"

[fuckyeahdragons]

Laurence smiled and nodded, his expression only a little stiff.

"Port's fine, thank you. Temeraire, if you like you may have a little of mine and see how you find it."

[fuckyeahmaths]

"I suppose," Temeraire wilted for the few seconds it took him to realise that he could always request more if it was indeed to his taste, at which point he perked up and went back to his inspection of the other guests, the room, and Courfeyrac in general.

[le_centre]

"Bien! Port it is." Courfeyrac took the corkscrew out of one of his apron pockets and tried to decide whether or not a dragon could actually drink out of a port glass. It didn't seem likely, but Courfeyrac was too much of an oenophile to pour port into a soup bowl. That would make it incredibly awkward for Laurence, at any rate.

Courfeyrac settled on a regular wine glass. "Ah, here you are. Is that big enough? It would be no trouble at all to find- I suppose it would have to be a serving bowl?- for Temeraire. That is a wonderful name, by the way. Is it from the French at all?"

[fuckyeahdragons]

"It is," Laurence replied, his apprehension thawing in the wake of the man's obvious enthusiasm. "Although he is actually named for the HMS Temeraire, which I saw launched at Dover when I was a boy. I remember being taken by the movement of the sails, and suppose it must have come to mind all over again when he hatched. The wings, you see," he added, glancing over at the dragon in question, fondness momentarily softening the lines of his face.

[le_centre]

Courfeyrac grinned. "Aw. Temeraire told me waiting to hatch was sadly dull. I imagine the hatching was a happy moment for both of you." The fact that Laurence had seen a sailed ship set out from Dover threw Courfeyrac for a loop, but, then again, Laurence was wearing a brocade coat the likes of which Courfeyrac had only seen in movies full of sword fights and explosions. More things in heaven and earth, Courfeyrac thought, in some amusement. He poured himself a glass of muscat and, after a glance at Laurence, held it out to Temeraire.

"Here, would you like to try some? It's sweeter than most wines. I prefer muscat to port, myself, but that's simply a Southern French preference for white over red."

[righteousapollo]

"Courfeyrac, no!" Enjolras quickly intervened at this point, crossing the room from where he had been debating whether to open Temeraire's present now or later to deftly lift the glass out of Courfeyrac's hand before it could get anywhere near the curious dragon. "Temeraire's a student," he explained somewhat indignantly to Courfeyrac. "And the no-alcohol rule applies to all students."

Enjolras put the glass safely aside before tuning back to extend a hand to Laurence. "Forgive me for not saying hello earlier; it's good to see you again Laurence."

[fuckyeahmaths]

"It was." Temeraire glowed at the memory, "I am very glad they let me keep him. If they had not, I should have had to take him away, and I do not think Laurence would have been so happy as a pirate."

He was fortunately saved further explaining by the arrival of Enjolras, although his pleasure at seeing one of his favourite members of staff dampened somewhat when the man joined Laurence's side in whether he should be allowed to try the port.

"Oh, but I do not remember agreeing to that rule."