No, the first bit of that made no sense to Eponine. How could time pass here but not at home? But, she wasn't going to keep questioning. Eponine hated to appear ignorant.

And besides, she was distracted by the smell. Food. Eponine would bottle it if she could, and squirt it when she was hungry. She could practically taste bread and tomato - maybe chicken? She looked at the menu, reading it slowly, with a finger below the words, sounding them out.

Eponine blushed when he mentioned her clothes, and her pickpocket attempt.
"I'm sorry... In France, I don't usually get caught." which obviously makes it okay.
"But when I do, people don't buy me food. The poor beat you, and the rich try to hold you until the police come. I think you are kind... Like Marius. He bought me food sometimes..."

She broke off into a daydream about Marius. About the time he bought her a warm loaf from the bakery and she had sat under the bridge and ate the whole thing, all at once, and she had been so full, she had had to loosen her belt.

She was brought back to reality by his question. "Chicken, if you please."

"Your life was bad, at home, Monsi- Axel?" Oh. That was sad. "Biut what do you mean by strange?"