Combeferre hugs back, laughing. He had hoped his friends would come out here, even if they didn't cross paths, and he's delighted to see Joly in particular enjoying all this. Joly is very well suited for for cheer and alcoholic beverages with bizarre-looking straws.

"I...don't know," he confesses, with a sheepish grin. "It can't have been more than half an hour, I think? I've been drifting aimlessly like a fool, staring at everything."