[She does take it, of course. Eponine isn't scared of anything. And quite honestly, food surpasses even Marius. Eponine might not be starving in the way she was in Paris, but that kind of hunger is one that never leaves and Eponine wants to make sure it never happens again.]

Look, M'sieur. Cakes.

[She picks a pretty pink French Fancy, nibbling at the delicate butter icing. It's so light, it practically melt on her tongue.]

Oooooooooooooooh!!

[She munches slowly]

You know, Papa said that is why the Queen of France lost her head - for liking cake. That's why he said I weren't to have it. "'s the use of you, 'Ponine, dead? 'oo'd look out on the rob then? 'oo'd seal the deals?" That's whhat he said.... I think I would lose my head for this cake.