Rosie swings into her side a little, sighing over melodramatic romance, and Eponine can't help but laugh, cheeks warm. She's never had anyone to be dramatic and silly with, not quite like this, and she's never quite sure she doesn't sound stupid or hard to Rosie, but in this moment she feels absolutely light.

"Clever," she says in agreement. "And good -- I do want to listen to music, too. Tell me about this exhibition, while we walk?" As though she hasn't turned the brochure over and over, but she knows Rosie will know much more about the details of it. She knows so much about so many things, and sometimes Eponine likes just hearing it, the same way she loved the way Marius would get impassioned about poetry or likes Elio melting into his piano.