princesspatria asked: "It's our pick for lunch today, 'Taire," Courfeyrac reminded him as he stacked up the meeting minutes. "Over my dead body." He wasn't exactly sure who was to blame—Jehan had some fucking weird tastes in everything, and Courf a) listened to terrible recommendations and b) would deny his boyfriend nothing—but between the two of them they always managed to pick the worst places. “I learned how to take turns in preschool, Grantaire." "No, you really didn't," Enjolras called. "Trust me; I was there."