Eponine smiles a little at that. She doesn't say that she'd have been completely unperturbed -- jealous, perhaps, but not surprised -- by others eating in front of her without sharing. Food is not an unlimited resource to be handed out freely to strangers. Not by most. But he hadn't made it seem like charity, either, and for that she gives him more credit, even, than for the kindness itself.
There's much that people do to put others in their debt. This doesn't seem like one of those times.
"Oh!" she exclaims, halfway into a greedy bite of gloriously un-spoilt sandwich, when he points out that he doesn't know her, but then Beverly's properly introducing her, and Eponine hastens to chew and swallow.
"Monsieur Hopper," she says and holds out a hand to shake his, properly like an adult. "Beverly has only said good things," she adds, perhaps unnecessarily, but it's one of those things that you say when you meet someone, she thinks.
She chuckles a little, turning to Bev. "And - yes. Sort of. We were children together, back at home. My parents ...cared for her for a bit while her mother worked." Her eyes still on Bev's for a moment, trusting her both to understand the situation and that Hopper doesn't have to know what that means. "But then she was taken in by a rich man," she goes on, "who knew her mother somehow. I don't remember exactly, we were very young, and she younger than I, so I suppose it makes sense she doesn't know my face. But I knew her, at once. I haven't told her any of it."
Cosette had been so fond and thankful to have another French girl to speak to, and Eponine was so much someone else here; she didn't have to be a Thenardier except by name. Why ruin it?
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There's much that people do to put others in their debt. This doesn't seem like one of those times.
"Oh!" she exclaims, halfway into a greedy bite of gloriously un-spoilt sandwich, when he points out that he doesn't know her, but then Beverly's properly introducing her, and Eponine hastens to chew and swallow.
"Monsieur Hopper," she says and holds out a hand to shake his, properly like an adult. "Beverly has only said good things," she adds, perhaps unnecessarily, but it's one of those things that you say when you meet someone, she thinks.
She chuckles a little, turning to Bev. "And - yes. Sort of. We were children together, back at home. My parents ...cared for her for a bit while her mother worked." Her eyes still on Bev's for a moment, trusting her both to understand the situation and that Hopper doesn't have to know what that means. "But then she was taken in by a rich man," she goes on, "who knew her mother somehow. I don't remember exactly, we were very young, and she younger than I, so I suppose it makes sense she doesn't know my face. But I knew her, at once. I haven't told her any of it."
Cosette had been so fond and thankful to have another French girl to speak to, and Eponine was so much someone else here; she didn't have to be a Thenardier except by name. Why ruin it?