"Are you feeling up to an adventure tomorrow?" Jean Valjean asked from across the splintered table. They were eating in his little shed, as usual, because he refused luxury, and Cosette refused to be without him.
"Oh papa! It's been far too long," the light from the fire reflected in her blue eyes, as a mischievous grin spread across her charming young face. "Of course I am up to it! Where are we going? Will we leave early in the morning or later tonight? We mustn't be seen by Tuisaunt you know." Cosette giggled. She had no idea why these adventures were so secretive, but it thrilled her that they were.
Jean Valjean smiled, a rare expression for him, except when he was with Cosette. When he rescued her so many years ago, he had had no idea she would have such a reciprocal effect on him.
"Your old papa will need his rest first. I will wake you up early tomorrow and I will tell you then where we are going."
Cosette bit her lip and grinned. She drank the last of her milk, walked around the table, and planted a kiss on her father's grey hairs. She had no idea how out of place her velvet collared dress looked in this cabin, but it pleased Jean Valjean to see her so well dressed.
"It can't come soon enough papa."