Grantaire grinned. "You're very fast, though. And Uncle George is very old, so you must take pity on him." He looked up at George, who looked mildly offended as he leaned against the wall, still out of breath.
Veronica giggled. "He is. He isn't fast at all."
Grantaire chuckled, shaking his head. "He isn't. So perhaps we should be good and walk with him, especially in the corridors."
Veronica nodded. "I suppose."
George shook his head. "Thank you, Grantaire. I suppose. Veronica, this is Mr Grantaire and Mr Enjolras. How do we say hello?"
Veronica stood straight, her hands by her side, and looked them each in the eye. "Good afternoon, Mr Grantaire, Mr An-" Her brow furrowed. "Orange-us." She looked unsure.