James offers him a tin cup. "Coffee. It's not particularly hot, but someone started some. I'm not sure on what's going on." He frowns, glancing up the stairs and out the door of the basement that's been appropriated. "I believe I heard Mr. Enjolras out there. Are you hungry? Someone roasted potatoes."
He'd mention they weren't particularly amazing potatoes, but - well, food first, quality later, right?
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Date: 2016-06-07 05:35 am (UTC)He'd mention they weren't particularly amazing potatoes, but - well, food first, quality later, right?