Yeah. I guess so. Not if they keep us locked up here? Who should marry me in here? There is one boy I saw, in the horizon. He is so beautiful, you know? And he spoke to me. He fixed my doll. But here? No. I wonder if he was just a dream too. Even if he was real though, who would marry us here? A prison wedding is a miserable affair, I think.

[Eponine uncurls herself slowly. She edges closer and closer to Amos until their knees are almost touching.]

You’re a kind man, you know? To tell me such fairytales. It’s nice to hear them. Even to hear it from a brute of a man such as you. Me, I would be a friend if you’d have me. I were teasing before. So bored am I that I hoped for a fight but no. You’re kind. Would you have me?