Even if there were bad things, Beverly thinks that they would probably be largely inconsequential, for reasons that are entirely too serious to talk about over lunch. Eponine knows a little about the life she left behind, if not any explicit detail. Someday, maybe, if this keeps working out, she should work up to telling Hopper. Now isn't the time, though; any time she considers talking about it, she still starts to feel somewhat ill, anyway, the secret one she kept for too long for anything else to be the case. Better just to keep it to vague mentions of an unhappy home life and weird shit happening at the Home here.

"What's there to complain about?" she asks instead, smiling brightly as she does. "There's no blood in the showers, there's cake for dessert, we go bowling sometimes..." She casts a quick look at Eponine, one that's likewise meant to say what she can't out loud. He doesn't come into her room at night; he doesn't look at her like he can barely keep her hands off her and has no intention of doing so. She feels safe. That doesn't come easily.

She makes a mental note to ask more about this connection with Cosette later, though she thinks she's picking up on the implications there, given what the two of them know about each other's lives.

"Not that blood showers are a very high bar to pass, but, you know."