...Which is good, as Matelote sets down a little fruit tartlet in front of each of them along with the coffee Joly asked for.
"Oh,yes-- of course it was very different before the Revolution. And even for a while after! I'm sure they've told you everything about that. We had to rebuild the whole place after that, and the street was so busy for a while, you know-- we were already becoming famous--that Mother Hucheloup decided we might as well try for a decent sort of memorial building, and we were still putting things all together when the first water lines came through, and don't think I don't know who made sure they came down our little street so soon--"
Matelote goes on,with increasing enthusiasm as she sees Joly and Combeferre truly listening. She's developed a café manager's feel for conversation, and is defintiely tailoring the news for what they might be interested in, news of their "uncles'" friends, political discussion-- but then, Matelote did always work in the Cornithe, and she helped build the barricade in their world, so maybe that's less for their benefit than it seems.
There's certainly enough on that score, anyway-- the memories of lights and running water being put in, the fights over the airship stations, the official recognition of the right of the people to assemble freely and speak freely, the invention of the freezers, politics and science as important to a café owner as to any citizen-- and on and on.
And running through all of it, familiar names, M. Enjolras leading this and Courfeyrac quarrleing with that delgation, M. Combeferre inventing that little filtration system, anyone who wondered what the government needed a Science department for would have to fight with the survivors of 32 over that,hah, and oh! that very public debate over women's suffrage that had run for over a year in the journals, why it had nearly looked like some of the old group were going to come to blows over that but then Bahorel always found that entertaining, didn't he, and oh!, that immigration group M.Feuilly had started right here almost before the new Republic was fully recognized, and the parties when M. Prouvaire's first few novels had been released--
It's almost thirty years of news, delivered in increasingly interrupted exchanges as the café becomes busier. When Joly finally tries to pay-- though who knows if their world's money is worth anything anymore-- Matelote waves a hand at him. "Oh, don't you dare. You just tell your uncles they need to stop by, it's been too long since their last visit."
Joly agrees, sincerely, that it has been much too long, and excuses himself to step outside for a moment on account of the increasingly restless cats.
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Date: 11 Mar 2015 02:12 (UTC)"Oh,yes-- of course it was very different before the Revolution. And even for a while after! I'm sure they've told you everything about that. We had to rebuild the whole place after that, and the street was so busy for a while, you know-- we were already becoming famous--that Mother Hucheloup decided we might as well try for a decent sort of memorial building, and we were still putting things all together when the first water lines came through, and don't think I don't know who made sure they came down our little street so soon--"
Matelote goes on,with increasing enthusiasm as she sees Joly and Combeferre truly listening. She's developed a café manager's feel for conversation, and is defintiely tailoring the news for what they might be interested in, news of their "uncles'" friends, political discussion-- but then, Matelote did always work in the Cornithe, and she helped build the barricade in their world, so maybe that's less for their benefit than it seems.
There's certainly enough on that score, anyway-- the memories of lights and running water being put in, the fights over the airship stations, the official recognition of the right of the people to assemble freely and speak freely, the invention of the freezers, politics and science as important to a café owner as to any citizen-- and on and on.
And running through all of it, familiar names, M. Enjolras leading this and Courfeyrac quarrleing with that delgation, M. Combeferre inventing that little filtration system, anyone who wondered what the government needed a Science department for would have to fight with the survivors of 32 over that,hah, and oh! that very public debate over women's suffrage that had run for over a year in the journals, why it had nearly looked like some of the old group were going to come to blows over that but then Bahorel always found that entertaining, didn't he, and oh!, that immigration group M.Feuilly had started right here almost before the new Republic was fully recognized, and the parties when M. Prouvaire's first few novels had been released--
It's almost thirty years of news, delivered in increasingly interrupted exchanges as the café becomes busier. When Joly finally tries to pay-- though who knows if their world's money is worth anything anymore-- Matelote waves a hand at him. "Oh, don't you dare. You just tell your uncles they need to stop by, it's been too long since their last visit."
Joly agrees, sincerely, that it has been much too long, and excuses himself to step outside for a moment on account of the increasingly restless cats.