Eponine's smile fades. "You don't have to bring me nothing. I've seen you with 'em. Though why you bother, Miss, for they'll have his head in a basket soon enough."

She shrugs coldly. "Why feed a dead man?"
Why feed a half dead girl? She curls her toes beneath the table, scrunching them up to distract herself from her awkwardness. Coraline's threat hasn't gone unnoticed either, though Eponine's docile and calm right now.
"I don't think they'd care what you did downstairs, either, Coraline. Nobody cares what happens in the cells, do they? Not to prisoners anyway. It should be a different story if I were to hit you, no?"
She shrugs again. "But that is how it is. Me, I were the same for a servant girl I had. I used to smack her and my Mama would laugh, but if she had dared to raise a hand, my Pa'd've leathered her. And he don't go easy. If you can take a beating from my Pa, you are strong indeed. Me, yes, but Cosette and my sister, Azelma? No."

She reaches for a bread roll. "Will you really let me out to feed me here, Coraline? It is better, I think. It is nice to see summat other than them nasty cells."