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[street_sparrow]

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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[cape_and_wizard_hat]

"Trixie usually doesn't excess in cake."

[street_sparrow]

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

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

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

[street_sparrow]

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

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

"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.

[street_sparrow]

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

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

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."

[street_sparrow]

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

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

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

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

[street_sparrow]

"The bar translates everything somehow", he explains. "But I think if you speak a language badly, it gets translated badly too."

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

"Then Trixie shall repeat herself by saying that you would do well to be careful to what you say."

She takes another bite of the toast. "...The mare gracing your eyes wonders if your friend can cook anything else."

[street_sparrow]

He laughs. "Good point, well noted. And I don't know if he can. I don't think he ever bothered much with food, as long as it kept him going."

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

"Well, Trixie would like to know just what his cutie mark is then."

[street_sparrow]

"Cutie mark?" he asks, curious and mildly confused - and also struggling to reconcile the word "cutie" with Javert, a bit.

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

Trixie picks up her cape to reveal a mark on her flank. "'Tis what tells us what our special talents are! Trixie's is magic, of course. Was there ever any doubt?"

[street_sparrow]

"Of course", he echoes, smiling. "Are you born with those?"

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

"Neigh! They appear only when those have found their own special talent, as young fillies!"

[street_sparrow]

"Ah, all right. So your talent isn't predicted for you, you find it for yourself." He's rather relieved to hear that. "As for Javert - my friend - I don't know what his would be. He used to be a policeman but I think he's trying to work out where he wants to go from here."

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

Trixie takes another bite of her toast before continuing. "The Great and Powerful Trixie wonders why he chose to alleviate himself of duty."

[street_sparrow]

"...to be honest, that's a bit of a mystery. He doesn't talk about it."