"He seems like one of those fundamentally good people whose brains are a bit...potato-like." Wow, even Venus cringes saying that one out loud, as true as it is. "Very sweet, but just...not all the way there upstairs. Anyway. Grantaire."

She locks up the front, shoving a rack of shoes in front of the door.

"What's his deal?" Venus is good enough at reading faces that she definitely picked up on a little disdain in Enjolras' face, moreso than he occasionally directs at Courfeyrac and Joly and Marius (well, maybe not more than Marius). "Aside from being good company?"