Conversing over hot wine and a distinct lack of TOTAL IMMERSION IN ICE WATER thanks

[pro_patria_mortuus]

(From here)

Enjolras and Joly head indoors, with all the due speed. Which in Joly's case is a fair amount of speed, what with the shivering and the clutching a borrowed coat around himself and the wet hair and the swearing laughingly under his breath every time the wind picks up a little, and Enjolras keeps pace.

Indoors it's bright -- and far warmer. And Cesario, as promised, has scrounged up a table and hot wine.

Comments

[livinginmyglass]

She laughs as well. "My home was Messaline. The two are not so unlike-- both small and ordinary places, sea ports with much in the way of trade. But Paris! That is a place I have longed to see."

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Oh look you've found another one of Enjolras's favorite topics!

And now she can see what it looks like under proper lighting, instead of moonlight, when his face lights up with fervent and glowing affection.

"No place is ordinary to its citizens who love it," he objects mildly, before moving on to the more important matter. "But there's nowhere like Paris."

The fact that he hasn't visited any potential contenders does not in the least lessen his total conviction on this matter.

"I hope for your sake that you get a chance to see France, and Paris."