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[iamthelawr_punk]

He was having a fantastic dream. It was an airy sort of dream, something he hadn't experienced in his wonderland for some time. It consisted of whimsical things, a soft rain shower, a familiar face. It was perfect. Even so that Javert was curled contentedly around a pillow, as if he were pretending it were the person he was so enamoured with.

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[thechorusgirl]

*happens to be downstairs in the kitchen making a pot of tea herself, and smiles upon seeing him enter*

Oh! Why good morning M. Javert, would you care for a cup of tea? The water is almost hot.

[iamthelawr_punk]

Javert smiled softly and raised his hand to tip his hat, found it wasn't there, and laughed quietly. "That would be lovely, thank you. How are you this morning, Mademoiselle Daae? It seems to be a rather.. bright morning."

Typist: Yaay, three bee-oo-tiful women! How fun. :D

[frivolous_jo]

*Johanna was already in the kitchen, poking around cabinets for some tea bags, or something. Hearing a noise, she looks up.*

Oh, hello! Do you happen to know where the tea is? *smiles sheepishly*

[iamthelawr_punk]

With a light, amused smile, Javert walked over and opened one the cabinents Johanna was opening, reached to the top shelf, and pulled down a tin of black tea. "Black tea, miss? Or would you prefer something else? There are many kinds of tea here.." He grinned a bit. "I have a terrible habit of hiding most of the tea for my own use, but.. I'll be happy to share," he added with a twinkle in his eye.

[minaharker10_2]

[Typist: Hi! Third Victorian heroine to comment on this!]

*Mina's sitting at the table in the kitchen, eating toast and reading Plato's Republic. And drinking tea, of course.* Hello, Sir.

[iamthelawr_punk]

Javert was in the process of tying his hair back when he heard Mina's voice. Looking up, he saw the woman and smiled. "Bonjour, madame." He glanced at the book, then went about making a cup of tea for himself. "What are you reading?"

[minaharker10_2]

Plato's Republic. I don't believe I've met you before.

[iamthelawr_punk]

"Forgive me for my lack of introduction. My name is Jean Paul Javert, yet everyone knows and refers to me by 'Javert'. You may do the same." He leaned against the counter and blew gently on the steam rising from the hot tea. "And who are you, might I ask?"

[la_baronne]

Typist: I had to let her, if only to see Javert's reaction to the baby news. XD

*Is sitting in a chair, and was in the process of making tea herself, when she suddenly doesn't feel so well anymore. It is morning, after all.*

*small smile* Javert! How lovely to see you!

[iamthelawr_punk]

Javert began to smile, then realised how ill Cosette looked. "Cosette, are you well? You look pale, dear girl."

[la_baronne]

*laughs very slightly* I'm quite fine. Just a bit ill, is all.

[iamthelawr_punk]

Immediate concern. "With what? Is there anything I can do? Perhaps some soothing tea. Ginger.. yes, ginger tea." He hurried to the cabinet, pulled out the tea, and pressed the hot cup into Cosette's hands. Then Javert blinked. .. was that fatherly instinct? If so, where did THAT come from?

[lawyer_boy]

*here's Marius, wandering in in search of coffee with his nose buried in The Three Musketeers* ...Oh! Bonjour, Javert.

[iamthelawr_punk]

"Bonjour, Marius. How are you?" Javert turned and leaned against the counter, a cup of hot tea in his hands. "You look well."