Impromptu

Gringoire is not Bound to Milliways in any way or form. But he is also not such an utter ingrate, a complete fool, as to leave a comfortable residence with ample food and endless books and warm rooms to go back into the cold and much of a late winter Paris alleyway. That's for when the bill comes due, a day he expects with certainty but without dread. Until then, he is making the most of his days, and his meals, the most recent of which he still has on the table.

Still, company is a bit...odd. There are so very few people here who talk any sense, to his way of thinking. So he's happy to see Jamie wandering through the Bar, and raises a hand--the one not occupied keeping Djali from eating his latest book-- in greeting.