"Nothing's free, Nadine. There's a man who has had me swear my life away for a grape here, you know?" It was a completely unfair deal, but Eponine shrugs it off as quickly as her discontent appears on her face. She half grins, her smile fading quickly and not quite meeting her dull eyes.
"More fool him, I suppose, for my life isn't worth much. I know men what have paid more for wine than for me."

Still, her fingers close over the ribbon, and she brings the fabric to her nose, rubbing it across her cheek appreciatively. "I'm glad you don't want this, Ma'am. I used to have ribbons all the time, you know? But it's been a long time since I were a child. It's nice to pretend to be beautiful, I think."