[Dessa: Fish is an old, kind looking man, in normal, maybe a little old fashioned clothes, a hat, and carrying a case. He's kind of balding, his remaining hair is grey, and a little long, not tied back.
Laura: Gavroche]

Fish sits upon a stone bench placidly in a courtyard, his case on his lap, watching the world with a quiet smile.
Gavroche wanders past, kicking a stone.
Fish spots the youth, and tries to catch his eye with a slight feeble wave, a nod, and a smile.
Gavroche says, "Monsieur, your hair is slipping off your head. Don't drop it."
Fish chuckles a little, "Witty tongue, young man, but one day you will be old, like me." his voice is cheerful if a little weak.
Gavroche pauses and listens for a moment. "No, I won't be old like you. I'll be old like me. And since I like me, that's good."
Fish moves his back a little, smiling and eyeing the lad warmly, "Exactly correct." he agrees, "Where are you headed, young man?"
Gavroche looks down at his rock. "Wherever this goes."
Fish raises an eyebrow, then stands up slowly, walks over, and, placing a hand on his back, bends down and picks up the rock, rights himself again, and smiles to the boy.
Gavroche watches this. "What do you want of me, Monsieur?"
Fish smiles, "If you wanted, we could go get something to eat." he speaks, "That is, if your parents wouldn't mind." Though he doubts the boy has any parents, "That would make me very happy."
Gavroche looks more friendly at the mention of food. "No, Mama won't mind if I'm a bit late for elevenses." He makes a courtly bow. "It will be my pleasure to accompany you."
Fish is grinning openly now. He sure seems excitable for an old fellow. "Oh, I'm so glad." he carefully cracks open his case a little, and drops the stone inside. Then, with a small bow to Gavroche, he grandly gestures down the street, and begins to slowly walk.
Gavroche tries to match the old man's gait by striding regally. He's a bit too short for that, but he tries hard.
Fish turns his head a little as he walks to behold the boy, "That I might not always have to call you young man, young man, might I inquire your name?"
Gavroche says, "My name is Gavroche. What is yours, if I might be so bold?"
Fish smiles, "Pleased to meet you, Gavroche. I'm M. Fish. You might call me Paul, if you wish."
Gavroche nods. "It's nice to meet you, Paul." He has to slow himself down to walk with the man, but he does it. Food is a powerful lure.
After a while (It would have been a shorter walk, but M. Fish is a little slower than most) they come to a small, rather shabby looking house, on a street with a lot of other small shabby houses. But it is a house, and it's his. Paul walks up the steps one at a time, "Here we are..." he speaks, puffing a little with the long walk.
Gavroche hops up the steps. "What a lovely domicile!" he says, smiling.
Fish grins as he reaches the top of the stairs, "Isn't it? I am very attatched to the place." he fumbles in his pocket for a key, and then opens the door, gesturing for Gavroche to head in first.
Gavroche walks in and peers around at absolutely everything.
There's quite a few things to see. The main floor sports a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom, and there's also a stairway, shut off with a door, going down to the cellar. The living room, which they are currently in, has a small round table with a few chairs, a sofa, a long low table in front of the table, a softer chair to match the sofa, and a few bookshelves and stands, covered in the normal brik-a-brak the old man's collected over a life time. Clocks, little figurines, etc. Paul gestures to the sofa, "Do you want to sit down for a while? What would you like to eat? I'm quite a chef." he states the last part proudly.
Gavroche looks around at the stuff. It's higher quality than he is used to seeing in homes, because most passerby don't invite him home. "I'd like whatever you were going to make before you offered to share with me. And no, I don't believe I'll sit." He walks around the room, looking at knicknacks and examining books.
Fish nods a little, leaving Gavroche to his explorations, confident that he won't break or steal anything. He steps into the kitchen, and soon sounds of pouring, breaking, stirring, and of a stove being stoked.
Gavroche examines everything, but doesn't touch the more delicate objects. He picks up one of the books and sits on the couch eventually.
Sounds in the kitchen tell of Paul being engrossed in finding something.
Gavroche closes the book and walks down the hallway.
At the end of the hallway is a door, and another door is on the side of the hall.
Gavroche opens the door at the end of the hallway after listening for a moment to see if Paul is following him.
Fish isn't. He's still searching for a certain pan in a kitchen cabinet. The doorway leads to a bedroom, plainly decorated, and more trinkets of the ordinary grandfatherly sort.
Gavroche looks around the bedroom for a while.
There's not much worth mentioning. The room is very tidy looking, despite the trinkets all around.
Gavroche leaves the room and opens the other door in the hallway.
The other doorway offers some resisteance in opening, as though it's not used often. It makes a bit of noise, which elicits a call from Paul, "You all right in there, Gavroche?"
Gavroche calls back, "Yes, I'm fine," and then pauses. He thinks that if Paul had minded the door being open, he would have objected. He looks into the new doorway.
It opens on a stairway leading down to the cellar. It's dark down there, and the scent is musty and dusty, and mingled with something else. Something faint but unsettling. The sounds fromt eh kitchen continue.
Gavroche reaches out to see if he can find a banister.
There's a banister, and the first four or five steps are lighted by the light in the hallway. Beyond that it's pretty hard to discern anything.
Gavroche decides to see what he can see. He descends.
At the base of the stairs, once your eyes would get adjusted to the dim light, you would see some regular looking cooking supplies, as you would think to find in the cellar of someone who enjoys cooking. The cellar does not look that wide, but there's a decent piece of space where you could turn around and go back along the side of the stairs.
Gavroche blinks a few times and goes to look next to the stairs.
It's dark back there. One could make out a large mass. It doesn't smell happy.
Gavroche edges away when he recognizes the smell, and makes a hasty retreat up the stairs.
Gavroche reaches the living room, and heads for the door to outside.
Fish comes out of the kitchen at length, with a couple plates of french toast, which smell really good. He smiles at Gavroche, "I hope you're hungry." he comments gently.
Gavroche glances up at the clock. "Actually, Monsieur, I just realized that my papa's going to be taking me to my harpsichord lesson soon, and if I'm not home in time for Mama to brush my hair, she'll be most upset. Thank you for the offer, though."
Gavroche walks with increasing speed toward the door.
Fish frowns, setting down the plates on the table, and he speaks, "Oh, all right. Well, come back any time, you're always wel--" at this point he looks into the hallway and sees the open door. His eyes widen, and he runs and lunges at the boy, suddenly all his aged feebleness placed aside.
Gavroche runs for his life.
Fish runs after him out the door, but the boy is by nature faster, and gets away.
Gavroche skids through the streets as fast as he can go, looking for anyone who might have the slightest interest in his welfare.
Gavroche grabs the first policeman he finds by both lapels. "Monsieur, Monsieur!"
Javert looks down at the disgusting child, with a scowl, "What?"
Gavroche says, "I met a man and he's going to kill me and cook me up and eat me!"
Javert scrunches up his forehead, "/What???/" he repeats.