Jehan smiles at the thought of lawyers fleeing their flaming law offices.

"I don't think Marguerite drinks brandy," he says dubiously. "Either milk or ambrosia, I should think. And my Paris--no, I don't think it was part of the Temple of Bast. But I got there through the Temple. It was a magical Paris. I don't mean that poetically. There were these beings, like creatures out of myth and legend, glittering or invisible or winged."

Jehan drifts into a moment of wide-eyed recollection before remembering that there's some pertinent information to be shared. " And, oh! I didn't tell you this part! There was a shiny blue creature who I encountered near the Corinthe. Yes, the Corinthe. That's where I found myself when I strayed out of the Temple. And on the wall nearby was a plaque, commemorating the June Revolution--that's what they called it! I think it succeeded, in that world! But the plaque was near a hand-carving on the wall, carved by Feuilly, and it said Vivent les peuples, and the shiny blue creature told me Feuilly was magical."

Their Feuilly is no doubt magical in the way that all Jehan's friends are, but this Feuilly was actually so.