We will do our best to keep them stable, but keep in mind that they are just planks and are not nailed or glued to their legs. Do not attempt to sit in Monsieur Jehan du Lac's chair. It's rather dark in le Poulet Gauche. Most of the light comes from the fire in the hearth. There are some tallow candles and grease lamps here.
Beeswax candles are extremely expensive and mostly are to be seen in churches.
Because modern people would find tallow smelly, smoky, and disagreeable to their allergies, we are using better quality candles than Le Poulet Gauche could really afford. Also, out of deference to the many hay-fevers our patrons report, we will not be strewing the floor with a nice, healthy covering of rushes or straw, but it ought to be there to soak up the mud from your traveling boots. A visit to the Poulet Gauche is not usually so violent, but this scene gives a fair idea of the interior of a country inn, which is a much cruder place than one in a city as prosperous as Calais. As you can see, the boards have been knocked over. One malefactor is climbing out the window on a form.