"It is only a few things. You are my friends," he explains, for he has
always shared what very little he had. Having more to share only made him
more generous with what was his. "It is Christmas."
He climbs on a stool before taking a sip. The drink is tart and warm and
pleasant enough; the wine here of a far better quality than any he tried at
home. But something is missing, Grantaire is right in that. "The little
brown scrolls. Un baton de canelle. Did you add any?"
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Date: 2015-12-31 04:36 am (UTC)"It is only a few things. You are my friends," he explains, for he has always shared what very little he had. Having more to share only made him more generous with what was his. "It is Christmas."
He climbs on a stool before taking a sip. The drink is tart and warm and pleasant enough; the wine here of a far better quality than any he tried at home. But something is missing, Grantaire is right in that. "The little brown scrolls. Un baton de canelle. Did you add any?"