A/N: This is a companion of sorts to Grantaire's lecture. It's really short, but I hope you like it. Merci beaucoup beaucoup beaucoup to all those who've reviewed :D

I watch Marius and Eponine talking from the café window and see her face fall briefly before she can pick it back up again. He pats her on the back and she beams at him. She scowls once he's gone, though. Through this all, Marius smiles obliviously. Moron. I slam my book of sonnets shut.

"Marius!" I call as I head outside. I've been meaning to have a word with him.

"What's wrong today?" he asks, still grinning.

"You weren't at out meeting last night," I start. "We need everyone to be fully committed if this revolution is going to succeed. And you were late to the one before that. Where have you been?"

"Well . . ." Why is he so reluctant? It can't be that bad. Most of the Amis are eager to share their exploits. Have I been too harsh?

And then I know why Eponine is more upset and disheveled than usual. "There's a girl, isn't there?" I ask crossly. What a stupid distraction. What is it about them that boys like Marius can't seem to live without?

"Not a girl. A beautiful woman. Her eyes are as blue as the sky, with hair like cornsilk, and hands dainty like –," he babbles.

"Shut up!" I snap. "Look, Marius – you have to decide whether this woman," I spit, "or our revolution is more important. If all you're going to do at the Café is talk about her, then don't come. Come on time, pay attention, don't write horrible poetry on the napkins, don't talk about her on the way there or back. You must eat, sleep, and breathe revolution. Understood?" I turn on my heel and leave.