It seemed that Alec was spending rather a lot of his time with Frenchmen, albeit two who were just about polar opposites. Armand was optimistic, happy, and obviously fond of hugs; Javert was...well, a bit of a bastard, just like Alec, with a healthy wit and surprising deviousness.

He hadn't seen his roommate in a while. Trevelyan looked at the turkey dinner - oh, please - but took a few token bites anyway. Not bad. A slice of wholesome down-home Americana, to be sure, but passable. He missed caviar.