"I was, yeah. She and I met," Beverly says, nodding, as she makes her way over to the table. If anyone new has shown up since, she's been in and out too much to be really aware of it, but she'd liked Cosette when they met. A part of her feels bad for all the others who are still stuck there, who don't have a place to escape to like she does, a respite from the years looming ahead of her until she turns eighteen. She feels safe here, which isn't something she ever thought she would be able to say of sleeping alone under the same roof as a man old enough to be her father. She can't say the same for the Home, though having Eponine in the same room and Eddie nearby makes all the difference when she is there.
Taking a seat, she whispers back, grinning as she does, "Maybe not all the time, but a hell of a lot more than I'm used to." Just the fact of someone else making her meals at all is unexpectedly nice. There are people in the Home who do that, too, of course, but she hasn't trusted the food there for a while; back home, she made nearly all of her own meals. This is something different than the meals the staff prepares, anyway. That's their job; this is someone going out of their way for her.
The more time she spends here, she finds, the harder it is to get herself to leave.
"Thanks for getting lunch," she says, warm, because it feels right.
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Date: 2018-04-07 09:09 am (UTC)Taking a seat, she whispers back, grinning as she does, "Maybe not all the time, but a hell of a lot more than I'm used to." Just the fact of someone else making her meals at all is unexpectedly nice. There are people in the Home who do that, too, of course, but she hasn't trusted the food there for a while; back home, she made nearly all of her own meals. This is something different than the meals the staff prepares, anyway. That's their job; this is someone going out of their way for her.
The more time she spends here, she finds, the harder it is to get herself to leave.
"Thanks for getting lunch," she says, warm, because it feels right.