As it happened, today was not one of Éponine's more "together" days, so while she was good at scrounging up food and supplies, it might take some careful persuasion from anyone who thought of recruiting her for that job. (She'd wandered out into the maze and come back with a few things yesterday, and she'd have kept them all for herself if there had been a decent place to hide them, but being unable to find one she dumped it all in a corner as if she'd meant to share but kept hoping people wouldn't notice.)

She was fascinated by the figurines on the mantelpiece this morning, and lingered by the fireplace for a long time just staring at them while she sang broken little snatches of French nursery songs half under her breath.

"Funny, I don't think I recall you leading the charge yesterday, monsieur le capitan with the queer horns," she told the toy moose.