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Gavroche emerges from Javert's corner, carrying a plate stacked high with fresh toast in one hand, and a smaller plate in the other bearing several pats of butter.

He's... not actually sure what he's going to do with it all. He's not that hungry. He makes for a table, sits and begins to eat, keeping an eye out for friends.

Anyone for toast?

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Gavroche may be able to hear a clopping of hooves enter Milliways as Trixie approaches the bar. A little while later, she... sits down at a nearby table with a glass of water and a piece of cake. The cake says "Thank You", and Trixie looks confused, but she nonetheless takes a bite of it.

He glances over and smiles at her.

"See, I told you you'd find a way."

Trixie glanced back at the person addressing him. It took a few seconds for Trixie to recognize him. Human children look so much different than adults. They don't even have colored fur to help with identification. But as soon as Trixie recognizes him, she looks back at the cake and takes another bite.

"...Trixie was drunk. And a foal."

"Yes, you were", he agrees calmly. "But Trixie was also very upset. I hope you didn't have too much of a hangover."

Darn it why'd he have to go and insist comforting Trixie how's she ever going to show that she's egotistically prideful if the comforting was very meaningful and comforting?

Trixie is silent for a moment more, magically levitating her glass of water to her lips and taking a sip. "...I... I drank something which helped sober me up. ...Trixie demands to know just who exactly gave her this cake." Yes, she's attempting to change the subject.

Gavroche chuckles and lets her.

"I don't know, I'm sorry. Somebody obviously wanted to give you something for fixing things."

"The Great and Powerful Trixie needs not any charity. Reversing the age spell was the only reward Trixie needs." She sets the fork down next to the cake to emphasize her sentence.

"It's not charity", he says firmly. "Charity is somebody giving you something because they think you need it. This is a present somebody gave you because they think you deserve it."

Trixie... doesn't actually think she deserves the cake. She didn't intend for everyone to become children. Nearly everyone in Milliways had done nothing to her. "...I'm sorry Twilight and I turned you into a child."

"You're forgiven." That's sincere and unhesitating. "It was an accident, and you found a way to put it right. Even if you'd only tried to put it right, it would have meant a lot."

Trixie is once again surprised at just how easily she's forgiven. Her life was ruined. She could have possibly ruined hundreds of other peoples' lives. ...She doesn't really know what to say about being forgiven, so she'll just change the subject again. "...Trixie demands to know why you've acquired so many pieces of toast!"

Gavroche laughs and nudges the plate closer to her.

"Have some, if you want. There's an acquaintance from my world, somebody's introduced him to toasters. We don't have them there, you have to use a spike and an open fire, and he seems to like the idea."

Trixie eyes the plate of french toast carefully. She decides to magically levitate a few bits over to the human, then taking one or two pieces of toast, biting into one. She enjoys the flavor of it.

"It's good?" He grins. "What do you usually eat?"

"'Tis good," Trixie echos. "Trixie is alike to all ponies in that they mainly eat fruits, vegetables, and sweets. We do not eat meat."

"Of course. So toasted wheat products are just fine for you. Sweets, probably not too often, though?"

"Trixie usually doesn't excess in cake."

"Which is all the more reason to eat this one", he says easily. "It's a treat for you."

Trixie pauses. "...Trixie is eating toast." She takes another bite of the toast.

"All right, toast it is. I'll trade you for the cake if you don't want it."

"Trixie had already paid for the toast, but if you wish it to be..."

She magically levitates the toast on over to the toast human.

"No, I meant my toast..." He doesn't take any of hers. "Sorry, that was confusing."

Trixie raises an eyebrow as she magically levitates her toast back over to her. "Then maybe you should do well to clarify yourself next time."

"Probably. I'm still not perfect in English, I've been trying to practice."

And sometimes he lapses back into French, which gets translated.

"Trixie has never heard of english. She is speaking Equestrian."