The future? Gavroche frowned, his head tilted slightly in confusion. Magic? Magic wasn't real, was it? How was that possible? The kid paused, looking at Kol properly for the first time. Looking at the clothes in particular. They were styles and fabrics he had never seen, even among the very wealthiest of Paris. Without asking, he reached out and tugged at Kol's sleeve, feeling the texture of the cloth. "The future, because of magic." He echoed the words, as if making certain. "For real?" It sounded crazy, and he was clearly skeptical, but without any other explanation, he was open to the possibility.
"Do you have cake? Actual proper cake?" He hadn't had cake in ages, with cream and jams and real fruit in it.