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Javert wasn’t sure his flatmates knew the true evil that was Jean Valjean.

Sure he always acted all kind and good to everyone, but Javert knew better. They were so ignorant of the true evil that this man was that they even invited him over for dinner, and Javert didn’t really know where to hide.

The worst part was that Jareth was making dinner, which was never a good thing, Javert didn’t even know what he was going to make, and from his place in the living room, it smelled suspicious.

Finally, a surprising amount of dishes were served, along with small side dishes, Javert looked at everything, not really knowing what it all was, while Jareth claimed that it was the best of the best in goblin cuisine and he had learnt to make this a good two hundred years ago, so he wasn’t sure if the recipes had changed, but this was how he normally made them.
“You can take anything, but I recommend you take a plate of side dishes because this over here and here is spicy, unless you like spicy food, in which case you can totally dismiss the side dishes.” Jareth said proudly.
“I’m not sure I want to eat any of this...” Javert said, poking something in one of the big bowls with his fork.
“Oh come on, Javert, you’ll never know if it’s good or not if you don’t try it.” Valjean said, serving himself something weird form one of the bowls and not even batting an eyelash, he took a forkful of the dish and tasted it, and then made a small sound of approval. “Oh wow! Monsieur Jareth, this is actually very good! What is this?”
“Chicken liver...” He said nonchalantly, taking a bite himself. “In black mandragora sauce.”
Javert turned distinctly pale.
“That is disgusting.” He said, staring in disgust at Valjean’s plate.
“I was in a prison for 20 years, Javert, EVERYTHING is gourmet to me...”
“You know what is also really good?” Jareth said. “Fairy intestine soup. But it’s so hard to catch fairies to make that...”
The color in Javert’s face went from white to green.
“That sounds delightful!”
“When I manage to make some, I’ll invite you to taste it, you have no idea, nothing can compare. They’re a little sticky to handle, but so delicious...”

Javert stood, fast as lighting, and ran off from the table. Seconds later, the door of the toilet shut, and everyone could hear the inspector throwing up his guts. James and Erik turned to Valjean, who was snickering and taking a small bite from his dish.
“My God, I didn’t know you were capable of such evil...” James commented.
“Oh, you don’t know me.” Valjean smiled.
“There’s actually no such thing as fairy intestine soup, I just knew what you were trying to do.” Jareth said, smiling a malignant smile.
“You are the devil...” Erik said.
“Shut up and eat your chicken liver.”

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Javert wasn’t sure his flatmates knew the true evil that was Jean Valjean.

Sure he always acted all kind and good to everyone, but Javert knew better. They were so ignorant of the true evil that this man was that they even invited him over for dinner, and Javert didn’t really know where to hide.

The worst part was that Jareth was making dinner, which was never a good thing, Javert didn’t even know what he was going to make, and from his place in the living room, it smelled suspicious.

Finally, a surprising amount of dishes were served, along with small side dishes, Javert looked at everything, not really knowing what it all was, while Jareth claimed that it was the best of the best in goblin cuisine and he had learnt to make this a good two hundred years ago, so he wasn’t sure if the recipes had changed, but this was how he normally made them.
“You can take anything, but I recommend you take a plate of side dishes because this over here and here is spicy, unless you like spicy food, in which case you can totally dismiss the side dishes.” Jareth said proudly.
“I’m not sure I want to eat any of this...” Javert said, poking something in one of the big bowls with his fork.
“Oh come on, Javert, you’ll never know if it’s good or not if you don’t try it.” Valjean said, serving himself something weird form one of the bowls and not even batting an eyelash, he took a forkful of the dish and tasted it, and then made a small sound of approval. “Oh wow! Monsieur Jareth, this is actually very good! What is this?”
“Chicken liver...” He said nonchalantly, taking a bite himself. “In black mandragora sauce.”
Javert turned distinctly pale.
“That is disgusting.” He said, staring in disgust at Valjean’s plate.
“I was in a prison for 20 years, Javert, EVERYTHING is gourmet to me...”
“You know what is also really good?” Jareth said. “Fairy intestine soup. But it’s so hard to catch fairies to make that...”
The color in Javert’s face went from white to green.
“That sounds delightful!”
“When I manage to make some, I’ll invite you to taste it, you have no idea, nothing can compare. They’re a little sticky to handle, but so delicious...”

Javert stood, fast as lighting, and ran off from the table. Seconds later, the door of the toilet shut, and everyone could hear the inspector throwing up his guts. James and Erik turned to Valjean, who was snickering and taking a small bite from his dish.
“My God, I didn’t know you were capable of such evil...” James commented.
“Oh, you don’t know me.” Valjean smiled.
“There’s actually no such thing as fairy intestine soup, I just knew what you were trying to do.” Jareth said, smiling a malignant smile.
“You are the devil...” Erik said.
“Shut up and eat your chicken liver.”