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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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[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."