No. No, she hadn't noticed a fitting room. Market stalls and charity shops generally didn't come with changing rooms.
It doesn't take long for Eponine to find a couple of tops, doubtlessly earning Joss's scorn, but she's pleased with her choice. She also finds the thickest coat she can, which she puts on as soon as the tag comes off. The total for the few garments rings to over two hundred pounds, and Eponine glances sideways at Joss. If the cashier thinks it's weird that a little kid is paying for a young woman's clothes, he doesn't say anything. Outside the shop, Eponine clutches the bag tightly, and almost hugs herself in the coat that she's still wearing.
"I swear, it is the nicest thing I have ever owned. But... in return... to spy? You really are crazy, aren't you?"
It's all too much. She needs fae blood, just so her brain can stop going into overdrive, trying to work out things she can't possibly know the answer to about Joss and his motives. About what Montparnasse would think of her clothes, or make her do with them.
She digs deep into her old jumper's pockets and pulls out a battered box of cigarettes and a lighter. "You want one?" She holds the box out to Joss. "It ain't fae, but it is summat to suck on."
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It doesn't take long for Eponine to find a couple of tops, doubtlessly earning Joss's scorn, but she's pleased with her choice. She also finds the thickest coat she can, which she puts on as soon as the tag comes off. The total for the few garments rings to over two hundred pounds, and Eponine glances sideways at Joss. If the cashier thinks it's weird that a little kid is paying for a young woman's clothes, he doesn't say anything. Outside the shop, Eponine clutches the bag tightly, and almost hugs herself in the coat that she's still wearing.
"I swear, it is the nicest thing I have ever owned. But... in return... to spy? You really are crazy, aren't you?"
It's all too much. She needs fae blood, just so her brain can stop going into overdrive, trying to work out things she can't possibly know the answer to about Joss and his motives. About what Montparnasse would think of her clothes, or make her do with them.
She digs deep into her old jumper's pockets and pulls out a battered box of cigarettes and a lighter. "You want one?" She holds the box out to Joss. "It ain't fae, but it is summat to suck on."