Given the state of things in the Home, Beverly doesn't actually think that being bored would be a terrible alternative. That seems like far too serious a direction to take things in, though, and she doubts either of them needs to hear it. Eponine saw her in the shower when there was blood pouring out of it. Hopper saw her afterwards, listened to her talk about weird things going on there without ever seeming to question her. If there's anyone who shouldn't need that reminder, it's the two people here now.

It's strange, though not at all in a bad way, for Eponine to be here now. Maybe she should have invited her over sooner. The truth of the matter is, though, that Beverly isn't used to having friends, or to staying somewhere that it would be alright for her to have people around at all. Hopper doesn't seem fazed, though, and she's more than a little pleased, perhaps even relieved, for that to be the case.

"I don't think anything is as entertaining as having a million girls in your business all the time," she replies, clearly teasing, shooting Hopper a quick, grateful smile before she ushers Eponine over towards the couch with her. "I mean, no privacy ever? Hard to beat that, right?"