[Gavroche looks down at his floating. Oh yeah, that. He doesn't really think about it much anymore. It just ... happens. If he were older, or more educated, he would probably muse upon the way in which he has adapted to being able to fly - though he is not good at it yet - but he is none of these things, but instead a little pup. Thus he shrugs his shoulders]
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Just c'n. Some lady said I'm Peter Pan now.