(millitimed to the last day of the child invasion)

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

There are children everywhere, and have been for at least a couple of days. Lègle does not consider this to be his natural environment. But Joly has been a champion of head-counts and damage control, and other people have been stepping up to provide cake and entertainment and sensible things like that, so--so it's time for him to take his turn and do his duty.

Joly occasionally (frequently) makes noises about nutrition, which seems to include fruits and vegetables. So Lesgle is behind the bar chopping up strawberries and melons, mixing up fresh lemonade, and stirring a quietly simmering bowl of punch. It's not even a little bit alcoholic!

If you look to be under the age of sixteen or so, he's likely to wave you over and ask if you'd like anything. If you look to be over the age of sixteen or so, he'd be very grateful for some adult conversation.

(What else is nutritious? Hmm. When he has a spare moment, he starts pulling out fixings for ham and cheese sandwiches. That's nutritious, right?)



((Open thread, party style, tag in, hop around!))

((...heh, no, really, please do hop around and talk to each other because i can't keep up with so many threads! :D ))

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[harryhotspur]

"He said it w-w-was f-for you," Harry says. Did he not just say that. He thrusts the plate at the boy and says, "Come, take it! Or I shall drop it."

Which is not a threat, but a statement of fact: it really is all quite precariously balanced.

[tu_vas_triompher]

"But it isn't mine--"

That's a fair point, though, and he scrambles up to get the things before they fall. "Is your arm hurt?"

[harryhotspur]

"It is thine, he has given it thee." Can that be settled, now?

"N-n-no," he says at once in answer to the boy's question, then amends: "--yes. But it pains m-me n-n-not." He sticks the cast out for the other boy to poke. If he wants. He pokes at it first, to demonstrate.

[tu_vas_triompher]

He's not sure about poking at it himself, but luckily his full hands give him an excuse to just look instead. And--and fine, all right, he's not going to ask any more questions about the food, because it's meat and cheese both, in bread.

He takes as big a bite as he can. The bacon and potatoes from L'Opinion were yesterday, and he's hungry again. Couldn't a person manage to stay not-hungry for longer than that? "Where are you from," he asks, mouth full.

[harryhotspur]

"England," Harry says, settling in next to this other boy. "I am Harry Percy called. It is for any to take, this food, and canst ask for anything thou w-w-wouldst have, and it w-will appear."

[tu_vas_triompher]

"Yeah, but--don't you think they'll ask us to pay sooner or later?" It's not stopping him from eating, mind, not now that someone's put food right into his hands. "So--so where you come from, um--when you come from--are France and England at war?"

[harryhotspur]

Harry shrugs. He doesn't give a lot of thought in general to paying for things.

"W-we are n-not," Harry says. Then he tilts his head curiously. "Are they f-for thee? Am I thine en-n-nemy?"

[tu_vas_triompher]

Jeannot nods, mouth full again, and then frowns. "Well--if we were at home, the, the English would be my enemy. I don't think we have to be, here. --I'm called Jeannot. Um. Jeannot Feuilly."

[harryhotspur]

Harry sticks out a hand to shake. "W-we shall be friends, then? W-what m-makest thou here? I have been to the l-lake." Could you tell?

[tu_vas_triompher]

He looks like he's been in the lake and brought quite a bit of the lake back with him. But that's all right. It just means he's had a bath more recently than Jeannot, who wipes his hand on his shirt before shaking. "I was just, you know--" He gestures at the fire, the couches. "It's warm. I haven't really looked at the lake--is it big?"

[harryhotspur]

...yes, possibly.

"It is w-w-warm outside!" Harry says eagerly (no one except for Harry Monmouth has made fun of him here, and that didn't even really count. This place is great!). "The l-lake is passing big-- it is not w-warm, but there are f-frogs in't."

He rubs his nose with his sleeve, a gesture that is only partially effective due to the aforementioned general dampness. "Is't cold in F-france? I have n-n-never seen it, though belike I shall. It is cold in N-northumberland, though n-n-now it is spring."

[tu_vas_triompher]

"I've been outside a little," he says cautiously. "I looked at the stable." He slept in the stable. "It's cold in winter? I think, I think if you go north--like to Paris?--it's colder."

He gulps down another mouthful. "Is Northumberland a city, or the country?" Harry doesn't look like a city kid.

[harryhotspur]

"It is-- it is a county," Harry says. But that is less interesting than talking about outside! "I have seen the stables! I have rid a horse!"