Rosie laughs because it's a joke, and jokingly meant, but there's still the faintest twist of guilt in her stomach when Eponine says she knows the way to a girl's heart. It's hard not to think of all the ways Sabrina's hesitated around her, all the times Rosie's provoked it by pulling just slightly away from an embrace or dodging a kiss and knowing--no matter how accidental she'd hoped to make it seem--that's exactly what she was doing. She pushes it back again and settles in her chair, and when the conversation turns she's grateful for it.
"Please, I'm absolutely sure," she reassures her. "They were two-for-one anyway, and not that expensive. Well, not by Darrow standards." She gives Eponine the same look she trades with Neil on occasion, the one that acknowledges that the times they'd come from had different scales of cheap and costly, and smiles. "But if you really want to owe me for the next time we get coffee, I'm not going to stop you."
She leans forward, picking up her tea and taking a sip, her fingers curling around the glazed surface of the mug. "Now, what's happened?"
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Date: 2021-03-30 02:58 am (UTC)"Please, I'm absolutely sure," she reassures her. "They were two-for-one anyway, and not that expensive. Well, not by Darrow standards." She gives Eponine the same look she trades with Neil on occasion, the one that acknowledges that the times they'd come from had different scales of cheap and costly, and smiles. "But if you really want to owe me for the next time we get coffee, I'm not going to stop you."
She leans forward, picking up her tea and taking a sip, her fingers curling around the glazed surface of the mug. "Now, what's happened?"