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!