[Perhaps a week after the network post, Eponine hand delivers a small, flat, brown cardboard box to Huaisang's doorstep. She rings the doorbell so he'll at least open the door, but she doesn't hang around to offer a greeting. Instead, when he opens it, Huaisang will find a delicate flower crown and a hand written note in blotchy ink and scratchy letters.]
Monsieur Huaisang, It is not much, and I know you like showy things, only I thought delicate for you, for you have a most delicate face. Your bones are sharp, you know? And the white to sit nice against your dark hair. It's okay if you dont like it though. You can throw it away, I don't mind. Only, I'd rather, if you are going to do that, give it to me, so I might sell it. I thought you might like it though, as it is pretty.
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A gift
Monsieur Huaisang,
It is not much, and I know you like showy things, only I thought delicate for you, for you have a most delicate face. Your bones are sharp, you know? And the white to sit nice against your dark hair. It's okay if you dont like it though. You can throw it away, I don't mind. Only, I'd rather, if you are going to do that, give it to me, so I might sell it. I thought you might like it though, as it is pretty.
Your 'Ponine.