Eponine grins in triumph. It's not often that she wins a battle of wills and in the back of her mind, she files away the idea that if she's persistent enough, Susan will cave to her demands.

"I'll split with you, whatever I get. I swear, Susan." It's not much coming from a liar and a thief though. She scrabbles up, using Susan to pull her to her feet.
She leans in to whisper, "Go on then. Go and flirt with that one. He shall about die to your charms. And then I shall creep behind."

With that, she retreats over to the footballs, so what they're doing doesn't look too obvious.