It was only a matter of time until Madame Thénardier would discover the television over the bar.
She has no idea what it is, but she can't stop looking at it.
So she's slouched on a bar stool, elbows on the surface of the bar, knitting a child's bonnet in an eye-clawingly screaming-loud canary yellow (another advantage of that miraculous future: artificial dyes!) and staring at the screen, where she sees
- People screaming at each other.
- Tiny women in tiny dresses spending amounts of money that mean nothing to her on even tinier dresses, and screaming.
- People travelling at great velocity in horseless vehicles, and other people screaming.
- People selling things while screaming.
- Soldiers shooting guns, and civilians screaming.
- A typical Bearded Lady like they have at any country fair singing, and a huge hall full of people screaming.
- Squid being quiet and changing colour very rapidly.
Madame can't take her eyes off that box.