Sébastien, perhaps displaying the traits that got him into this mess in the first place, does not climb up onto one of the tables.
He dashes over to one of the strange, gleaming things on the side, and runs his hand over it. It has buttons and flashing lights, and it takes all Sébastien's self-control not to press all the buttons right away.
That would be impolite. This belongs to M. Joly and pressing the buttons would be like playing with someone else's toys without asking permission, only worse.
So he turns, bright-eyed, to M. Joly, and says, "What does this do?"
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Date: 10 Apr 2016 18:18 (UTC)He dashes over to one of the strange, gleaming things on the side, and runs his hand over it. It has buttons and flashing lights, and it takes all Sébastien's self-control not to press all the buttons right away.
That would be impolite. This belongs to M. Joly and pressing the buttons would be like playing with someone else's toys without asking permission, only worse.
So he turns, bright-eyed, to M. Joly, and says, "What does this do?"