To Cosette, she didn't even know it to be a competition. Cosette thought sincerely that they were the slightest of friends here and she clung so desperately to the knowledge of someone from home. Even if what little she remembered of their past was rocky at best. At the curtsy, Cosette allowed a small smile to her lips and returned the action, finding it awkward in the shorter dress she'd been forced in.

"Eponine... They didn't force you into their ridiculous clothing this time?"

Like herself, who had given into the stupid whims of her stylists.