Bahorel's answering grin is sheerly delighted. "No. Oh, you'd have heard about it from me if I had! I didn't even know to look." He shakes his head, and takes his flask out of his still waistcoat pocket (still black; still all in black), pouring what's definitely brandy into his coffee while he tries to remember.

But--"I still don't remember a minute of it. If I hadn't seen you all still children, I'd think it was all a very good joke." Really! It would be very impressive. He holds the flask out to Feuilly, not sealing it yet.