What surprise there is--or might have been--in Eponine's tone, Rosie's hardly insulted by. More delighted, really, than anything else. "Not new, so much as something I hadn't worn very much until recently." When she'd first bought the dress, it had seemed a little daring in comparison to the kinds of things she'd worn at home or had purchased for herself shortly after her arrival. Now, nearly a year removed from her first day in the city, it just seemed another part of her wardrobe.

And if it still feels a little daring sometimes, it's only in the way she's starting to like.

"Not that we need to be talking about me, when you look..." Rosie grins broadly, taking in the full scope of her friend's outfit and the dark, dramatic smudge of her eye makeup. "Bohemian, I'd say. If someone at the museum doesn't mistake you for one of the artists, I'll be surprised."