"Zazie," Gabriel declares, striking a majestic pose effortlessly drawn from his repertoire, "if you really want to see the Invalides and the real tomb of the real Napoleon, I'll take you there." "Napoleon, my bag," Zazie replies. "He doesn't interest me at all, that bloated figure with his ridiculous hat." "What do you care about then?" Zazie doesn't answer. "Yes," Charles says with unexpected kindness, "what do you care about?" "The metro."