Enjolras & Grantaire
Enjolras was often surprised himself at his willingness to be affectionate around others. It felt so different than who he was just before arriving. Even he could acknowledge that he'd been so hardened by the things going on around him that maybe he hadn't been able to open himself up for anyone.
Or maybe it was simply that the person he was meant to be with would have gotten him executed back home. Odd how that worked.
"We'll set some up around the house. Then we can enjoy them and still keep an eye out to make sure the house doesn't burn down. Seems fair." There was a hint of teasing in his voice, though, and he paused at a vendor to consider the food options. "I'm not sure what schnitzel is, but it does smell good." He had learned quickly that the foods changed with the seasons here as they did at home, but the options were drastically different. This time period, when food was much less scarce, tended to focus more on celebration than survival.