"Valjean, at last. I see you’ve decided to enter your mutt." Javert gave a brief nod towards the Alpine mountain of a dog that lay at Valjean’s feet. "He has a ridiculous name, didn’t he? Chacha?"
"Chouchou," Valjean corrected with a slight frown as his dog sniffed Javert’s miniature poodle. "Cosette’s idea. She was only little at the time. Whereas I think you and you alone decided to call your dog The Stars, am I correct?"
"That’s his showname, yes." Javert gave a light tug of the leash and the poodle whined, reluctant to move away from its new friend. "I have a different name for him at home."
Valjean raised his eyebrows as he bent to pat The Stars’ head. “He seems well.”
"He is an expert in his field." Javert puffed out his chest a little in pride, giving the impression of a dull-coloured peacock. "I am certain he will win Best of Show this year, isnt that right, Snookums?"
The poodle trotted over to sit at his owner’s feet in response.
"Snookums?" Valjean repeated, hardly daring to believe it. "Snookums?"
Javert had the decency to look faintly embarrassed. “It was his name before I adopted him; he wouldn’t respond to anything else.”
Valjean bit his tongue to hold back a grin. “Well, good luck to Snookums Javert. May the best dog win.”
Javert nodded and shot another disdainful glance at Chouchou, who simply yawned. “Oh, we most certainly plan to.”