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[balletrat]

*Meg is brooding sulking sitting in the bar looking quite reasonable. With coffee.*

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[balletrat]

*Meg cocks her head.* So how was Paris-in-the-future?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"...Strange."

[balletrat]

*Meg scowls.* They built that bloody tower thing, didn't they.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Yes. And it was all concrete."

[balletrat]

*Meg shudders.*

So glad I'm not living to see that.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche brightens.

"But my elephant was still there! And so was the cafe."

[balletrat]

*Meg zooms to attention.*

Your elephant?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He nods eagerly.

"Big statue thing. I lived in it once."

[balletrat]

Oh, that elephant! *Meg perks up.* Yeah, I know a girl who lives there now. Named, er, Zellie.

*A descendant of Azelma? A random child? The world will never know.*

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He grins.

"It's a good place to live. Dry."

[balletrat]

Police aren't too pleased if they catch you at it, though.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "So you don't let them catch you."

[balletrat]

Well, yes. *Meg grins.* Not that they ever see much anyways.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche laughs and nods.