[He enters upon her invitation, following where she will lead. Her abode is as different from his as day is from night: where hers is spacious, his is narrow, and where hers is furnished for comfort, his is spartan. Such a house as this he would one day wish to provide for his Cosette, but he has a ways to go before he can make this a reality.]
Hm? No, this is simply what was suitable and available at the right price.
[Moreover, he has an interest in blending in with the masses as much as he can. For the same reason, he has learned to forgo the usual hat, which here is not so ubiquitous as at home. As he follows her within, he removes his coat to carry it over his arm.]
Still: convenient, then, should we have a second wave of riots.
[She shrugs.]
I feel remiss in not offering you a replacement, however. You hardly had to destroy your old one to aid me; it's the least I can do to repay you. And I'm aware you said there was no need, but I do hate being in someone's debt.
You renewed health and spirit are all the recompense I require, I assure you.
[As they pass the threshold of the kitchen, the peculiar creature weaving around Rosalind's feet collides with his own boot. He looks down on it with amusement.]
[She wrinkles her nose down at him, a little embarrassed at how he's nosing against Valjean's boot. There's mild affection in his nudging, though nothing but pure curiosity in how he stares up at him.]
My bizarre little gift from the Natha. He hatched from an egg, believe it or not.
[He wonders if Rosalind lives alone, but he refrains from asking. From the pocket of his waistcoat he draws the pair of spectacles that were his reason for calling on herin the first place. He sets these on the table before seating himself.]
Thank you for agreeing to bring these to Monsieur Tozier. I hope it is not too troublesome.
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[He enters upon her invitation, following where she will lead. Her abode is as different from his as day is from night: where hers is spacious, his is narrow, and where hers is furnished for comfort, his is spartan. Such a house as this he would one day wish to provide for his Cosette, but he has a ways to go before he can make this a reality.]
Hm? No, this is simply what was suitable and available at the right price.
[Moreover, he has an interest in blending in with the masses as much as he can. For the same reason, he has learned to forgo the usual hat, which here is not so ubiquitous as at home. As he follows her within, he removes his coat to carry it over his arm.]
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[She shrugs.]
I feel remiss in not offering you a replacement, however. You hardly had to destroy your old one to aid me; it's the least I can do to repay you. And I'm aware you said there was no need, but I do hate being in someone's debt.
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[As they pass the threshold of the kitchen, the peculiar creature weaving around Rosalind's feet collides with his own boot. He looks down on it with amusement.]
Well, hello there.
no subject
[She wrinkles her nose down at him, a little embarrassed at how he's nosing against Valjean's boot. There's mild affection in his nudging, though nothing but pure curiosity in how he stares up at him.]
My bizarre little gift from the Natha. He hatched from an egg, believe it or not.
no subject
[He wonders if Rosalind lives alone, but he refrains from asking. From the pocket of his waistcoat he draws the pair of spectacles that were his reason for calling on herin the first place. He sets these on the table before seating himself.]
Thank you for agreeing to bring these to Monsieur Tozier. I hope it is not too troublesome.