Combeferre frowns. "Well, we were trying to get a pterosaur from the Cretaceous, so I had inferred that our device sent us to that era--but I suppose we may have...misaimed."

He looks at Joly with a half-smile. "Next time we experiment with sensitive machines, we shall be sure to bar the door and refuse to admit anyone disruptive." This is said with a pointed glance at Bahorel.

"But I will happily keep the beetle, unless..." Combeferre trails off, remembering that he is sharing quarters with someone regrettably uninterested in beetles. "Well, Enjolras may prefer not to have an additional lodger."