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[forpoland]

CHARACTERS: Feuilly and YOU
LOCATION: L'Floor des Les Amis [Floor 16]
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: Now with more edible food sleepovers and shenanigans ?
NOTES:


Once again, it had been the quiet that prompted action.

The move to the floor with the others had helped a little but now with the loss of one of their own and the need to do something had called for a plan. Having remembered the resounding success that was their party a few months previous, a similar suggestion had been made which brings us to the present.

Lesson learned from the last time he had suggested such a gathering, Feuilly had spent extra time in the kitchens preparing in advance. It was nothing extravagant- after all simple meals were the key, but all were comfort foods to think of home with. More wine had been found, tea and juice laid out and everything was ready.

The door had been left open, the divine smells of all the food welcoming all to drop by.

Comments

[but_civilization]

Combeferre had not been doing very well this month, truth be told. Even in the middle of the happiness that he had found, he had realized that soon it would mark a year since Enjolras had left them. The thought weighed heavy on his mind, and the recent disappearance had not helped.

However, when he smelled the food drifting out from Feuilly's room, he did poke his head in with a smile.

"Are you having some sort of party? You should have said. I could have brought something."

Poptarts. He could have brought poptarts. It's better he didn't know, really.

[jondrette]

Food and friends! Two of Eponine's favorite things, the other including other Fs. Like fermented grapes and fucking. When a brief whisper of Feuilly (a fifth favorite thing beginning with F) procuring a kitchen and making food, Eponine was already on her way.

She doesn't burst into the room, to announce herself. Instead, she stands quietly in the door frame for a moment, before sliding in, along the wall. Old habits. But the food was so... foody.

"M'sieur Feuilly," she catches, nodding her head when they make eye contact. "What is it you have made for us this time?"

[lafautedevoltaire]

Where there is food, it's only a matter of time before there is Gavroche. He's growing so much now that he actually has a chance to eat that he's discovered a new form of hunger. While it's not as painful of the hunger of simply not having enough, the hunger of a growing boy is not to be discounted.

"Something smells really good!" Everything smells good to him, but nothing smells even slightly burnt, which is always a treat.

[daringwaistcoats]

[Despite living on the other side of the floor, the smells of food wafting from Feuilly's room were certainly enticing. Poking his head in through the door, Bahorel grinned wide.]

What's this; a party, then?