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Eponine knows Bev's stayed with this Hopper man before; she knows a little about him from her and from asking around. What he looks like. That he had a child, maybe, or took care of one; that he was a Sheriff, back home, a sort of head of police -- not a trait that inherently makes him more trustworthy, in Eponine's mind -- that there were some strange things that happened where he was from. Just murmurs.

She knows that Beverly likes him, that she trusts him after all that's gone on in the house, after all that's happened to her. And that speaks worlds. It should be enough, too, but Eponine is older than Bev is, and she fancies herself more experienced in worldly things. For all that she's willing to take advantage of men's hospitality when it suits her, she can't help feeling disquieted about the whole thing, having no eyes on the situation. Men, in her experience, are never wholly selfless. At the Home, at least, they were all together, whatever might happen. She can't begrudge Bev for finding somewhere better to stay, but it means another thing to ponder when she wakes from a nightmare and can't sleep again.

More than she'd like, really. She shouldn't worry about people. It's a liability. But here she is, and Bev is her best friend here, a bit like family whether she likes it or not.

She snoops for only a little before throwing the idea to the wind. A few days in, she walks right up and knocks on the door, bold. If she wants to come spend time with her friend, a girl can't be blamed for that.

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"She's nice," Beverly promises, cutting in quickly. There's still a slight teasing lilt in her voice, but she isn't going to outright say that it's anything more than it actually might be. Even so, until expressly told not to, she sees no reason not to be a little encouraging. Hopper's the one who first seemed interested in including Lucy, so she may as well carefully push it just a bit and see where it goes. There's no harm in it. "I've met her. It'll be fun. And, hey, that might make the teams more even, too."

The last is something of a dig at Hopper, but she accompanies it with a bright smile, struck again by how strange this is. Her dad would never have taken her bowling, or encouraged her to bring a friend, or anything like that. Of course she would wind up wanting to spend whatever time here she can.

Eponine hadn't meant to be overt about asking after Monsieur Hopper's romantic situation -- after all, she and Beverly aren't lovers and they make a team! -- but she can tell, from his frazzled response, that he isn't sure what to call this Lucy, either.

She laughs, though, at Bev's slight tease. "Well, you have excellent taste in people," she says, airily, both a joke about herself and a bit of warmth toward Hopper and how nice he's been, "so I want to meet her too, now."

Eponine catches herself nearly about to clean up a stray smear of peanut butter -- the only remnant of food -- from the plate with one finger, and reminds herself that licking the plate clean might be sensible, but it's not polite and she doesn't want to give a bad impression. She wipes her hands neatly with a napkin and glances back between Hopper and Beverly. "What does she do?"