Jehan sets Marguerite down, gets up, and stumbles in the direction of coffee, which is much more important than clothes. He picks up an odd-looking glass pitcher with markings, full of black coffee, and pours himself a cup.
He downs it in one gulp. He doesn't actually much like the taste of black coffee, but there's something satisfying about the gesture of downing coffee in one gulp.
Jehan then stumbles over to the clothes, which are...a purple velvet doublet and soft leather breeches.
On the whole, he's pleased. "Bar has good judgment," he says.
When dressed, Jehan flops down on the floor-pillow by Bahorel's couch. He can't help smiling: Bahorel, with him, alive-or-nearly-so. "What are you reading?"
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He downs it in one gulp. He doesn't actually much like the taste of black coffee, but there's something satisfying about the gesture of downing coffee in one gulp.
Jehan then stumbles over to the clothes, which are...a purple velvet doublet and soft leather breeches.
On the whole, he's pleased. "Bar has good judgment," he says.
When dressed, Jehan flops down on the floor-pillow by Bahorel's couch. He can't help smiling: Bahorel, with him, alive-or-nearly-so. "What are you reading?"