Eponine grins, not at all offended about being thrown crusts. She sticks her bony arms through the bars to grab what she can. Never mind that they’re crusts or covered with dust from the floor. Food is food and Eponine has no qualms at eating it.

“Thank you Sir. You know, I think I like the crust the best. It don’t taste as good but you can chew it the longer, you know?”

She presses her face back to the bars, once the food is safely hidden.
“Are you still there, Sir? What is your name? I’m Eponine but no one never calls me, except some of the students I’ve met and that. To most everyone else, I am just ‘Ponine.”