"Yes!" Combeferre can't help but remember a barricade that actually took place in the kitchens, back all those months, over a year ago, now, when the pirates invaded, back before Jehan and Courfeyrac had even been a thing, when Remus had still been about, and Alfred and Enjolras.

"The idea has its merits." Certainly one where the food does not need to be actively protected could be much more fun at that.

"Something like some of us would do in the cafes during exam weeks." He adds, eyedarting a little. It was one of the few times of the school term in Paris when he'd spent more time in the cafes near the medical school and hospital than with his friends, when they'd invaded the cafes with books, materials, and yes, pillows and blankets for quick naps. "That IS one of my pleasant memories of home."