Marius has to take a moment simply to appreciate the sight of the food spread out before them. In Paris, living on his own, he could only dream of a quarter of this feast, on nights where his money needed to go to rent instead of food. He thinks of all the gamins this food could feed, and feels a twinge of guilt.

But ultimately, he cannot bring himself to feel too bad. This is theirs, after all.

"Yes," Marius agrees, grabbing his own plate and filling it with at least one of everything. He cannot help himself when he reaches the croissants, however. In minutes, his face is covered in chocolate.

"This is so good," he sighs, too content to give a damn about the crumbs on his chest.