Enjolras: Haha, Audric.
Combeferre: Haha, JULIEN.
Enjolras: No, I didn't think you'd retaliate.
Enjolras: That never happened, did it?
Combeferre: What?
Enjolras: That wasp's nest thing. I mean, unless you did some stuff that I never was informed about. Like when Marius was sleeping in YOUR apartment that one week.
Combeferre: WHAT?
Combeferre: MARIUS? AND ME??
Enjolras: He was staying at your flat!
v But we didn't- I mean- UGH!
Enjolras: I heard it from Cosette.
v She wants to paint the barricade pink.
Enjolras: I didn't believe her, I was merely stating...
Enjolras: Besides, I know you're in love with Musichetta!
Enjolras: I should tell Joly!!
Combeferre: I- NO, excuse me, but I most certainly do not fall in love with my friend's girlfriends!
Enjolras: Wait, Combeferre!
Enjolras: We've got to stop acting like giggly teens!
Combeferre: Oh, but why?
Enjolras: Because we do...
Combeferre: Aren't we French, though?
Enjolras: Ah, good point.
Enjolras: Courfeyrac's party was a disaster. He did seem to like your waffle iron though.
Combeferre: Ugh, the frilly pink nightgown...
Enjolras: He didn't like that one, did he? Nor did he like my present.
Combeferre: I- I forgot what you gave him...
Enjolras: The CD.
Combeferre: Ah, yeah.
Enjolras: The one that has that tough looking man on the cover and a bunch of yelling on it.
Enjolras: Then again, I didn't like it either.
Combeferre: Britney Spears?
Enjolras: Yes, that must be who it was.
Combeferre: That's what I thought.
Enjolras: I don't listen to DC's myself.
Combeferre: I don't like them too much.
Enjolras: They taste all right, though.
Enjolras: How is Grantaire doing? Did I shatter him too terribly much when I ate that Jell-O?
Combeferre: He's been crying his eyes out since then!
Enjolras: Hmm, I feel a twinge of remorse...
Enjolras: Was he going to eat it?
Combeferre: Was it good Jell-O?
Combeferre: No, I doubt it.
Enjolras: Yes, lime.
Enjolras: Well, whatever. I sent Courfeyrac over to his flat to take the watch and make sure he doesn't try to kill himself again.
Combeferre: Good.
Combeferre: Say, how are you going to deal with Courfey?
Enjolras: I don't know, he needs to be dealt with?
Combeferre: Well, he seems to... err... admire you.
Enjolras: That's right!
Enjolras: We'll discuss it later.
Combeferre: All right.
Enjolras: Bye!
Combeferre: Bye!
