Bahorel would love to comment on the obvious gap in Harry's philosophy--really, he would, there is so much to say-- but coughing and choking on Weird Death Peppers has turned into laughing has turned into laughing and choking on Weird Death Peppers. So he settles for getting up and heading to the fridge, thumping Harry on the shoulder in friendly amusement and Enjolras in passing as he goes. All yours, Enjolras! At least until Bahorel can find a beer or something to counteract the Murder Food.