Bahorel shakes his head at the unspoken discussion; Joly catches it and stifles a laugh. He's already getting to keep the beetle, no need to gloat about it. "Combeferre, you can come over and study it whenever you like, of course, and I'll keep records of its diet and and so on."

The beetle buzzes against its wing-tie again. "And I should probably take it to our rooms now. I'll let you know how it settles down?"

Well, he'll make Bahorel take it back to the room; Joly's not sure he can keep the beetle from making an escape in the halls. But between the two of them they manage to control the beetle, and even calm it down somewhat by tossing a coat over it, so that in just a few minutes Joly is opening his own door to cheerfully tell Lesgle "We have a beetle! And also I think we went back in time. If that's how that works here! How's your day been?"