"Or you put them in your wheel when you win the questions." Bahorel suggests, still chuckling. He picks up one of the Trivial Pursuit pieces and attempts to place Monopoly tokens (and smaller battleships) into it's wedge-shaped spaces.
"So many options, man." He hands Combeferre the little monstrosity, and slaps him lightly on the shoulder. "Think carefully."

Then he climbs to his feet and wanders over the fridge to select a new type of alcohol to indulge in.