Hum, I guess Feuilly gives me some sort of a earth-y cinnamon nutmeg spice kind of vibe? So probably something along these lines? All I can think of is baking but then again, they could/should definitely bake!


Right? Yeah, I agree!

Okay, okay – everyone know the Baker Chief of Les Amis is Bahorel. (Also Combeferre – it’s kind of a tie, Combeferre wins by sheer quantity and efficiency of his baking, but Bahorel makes it into an art form). And Feuilly lived with Bahorel for a little bit. Bahorel’s mom pratically adopted Feuilly as one of her own so she gave Bahorel the green light to teach him some of the family recipes.

Feuilly’s not like a great baker, he gets too distracted, but he works hard and he’s willing to try so he ends up being able to do some of them pretty well. He only ever bakes on special occasions, though – when he has the time and energy to being one thing, and when they don’t already have a bunch of stuff to eat because Enjolras tends to be the person who gets all the left over from Combeferre’s stress baking.

(Combeferre’s cookies are way better than his own anyway, Feuilly says, which makes Enjolras frown and look at Feuilly with a serious expression that borders on the comical, given that his mouth is still full of some delicious lemon shortcake cookies. 

“That’s not true,” he says. “Your baking is the best.” 

“No it’s not,” Feuilly laugh, reaching out to brush off some crumbs at the corner of Enjolras’ mouth. “I still can’t make croissants like Combeferre can, and I’m not yet worthy of the Bahorel family’s cinnamon roll recipe. To be honest, I don’t think I ever will be. I can practice more, though, if you don’t mind taste-testing…”

Enjolras shakes his head firmly. He doesn’t mind, even if it means putting on a few kilos – totally worth it.)