Enjolras has seen television a few times, in the main barroom. But the screen didn't look quite like this, and he's always watched it more to marvel at the medium than to absorb the contents.

But Combeferre's interest -- Combeferre's delight, Combeferre's leap of insight -- makes him smile back, at first only in reflexive answer to his friend's joy, but soon brightening to a shining satisfaction of his own.

(Satisfaction, and deep affection. He will always marvel at his friend's capabilities.)

"Imagine. Education available to any child, even in the form of public theater."

Or... games, or whatever this is.

The display on the tv, which seemed at first to be a loud and colorful intrusion into these potential lodgings, has become far more welcome; it carries with its noise and bustle a shining aura of hope.