"I know her from home. But I don't think she remembers me," Eponine confesses. "Which is probably for the best." She gets up when Beverly does, following her quietly. It's so strange to her to be fed without question, just out of hand, as though her presence is enough to merit food off someone's table, but she isn't going to do anything to jeopardize it.
She grins back at that. She hasn't been around them long enough to make a total decision, but Beverly is smiling and relaxed, and she isn't acting as though kindness is contingent on her good behavior or right words. Eponine watches the room with interest, taking in the little knick-knacks, the way M. Hopper moves, the things at the table.
He puts down sandwiches and carrots, and Eponine nearly goes straight for it before remembering herself. "Yes, thank you," she agrees, brushing up her manners. "You didn't have to make me anything."
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Date: 2018-04-09 05:16 am (UTC)She grins back at that. She hasn't been around them long enough to make a total decision, but Beverly is smiling and relaxed, and she isn't acting as though kindness is contingent on her good behavior or right words. Eponine watches the room with interest, taking in the little knick-knacks, the way M. Hopper moves, the things at the table.
He puts down sandwiches and carrots, and Eponine nearly goes straight for it before remembering herself. "Yes, thank you," she agrees, brushing up her manners. "You didn't have to make me anything."
She takes a carrot even as it's said, though.