Wrinkling his nose smoothing down his atypically uncovered but still-messy hair for the fifth time in the past 10 minutes, Grantaire walks in stride with his date. His date. Jesus, he hasn't "dated" someone in a long-ass time. Mostly it was just a series of-- well, they weren't "dates," to put it lightly.

"Courf was in charge, do you expect anything else?" he says with slightly blunted cynicism. It's definitely because of the sappy atmosphere.