[That brings on a new round of tears. Shakily, Eponine moves around the counter and flings her arms around Gokudera. She’d still not used to being acknowledged, let alone thanked, and now within days of one another, Glinda’s taken her shopping and Malcolm’s bought her flowers and now Gokudera. It’s overwhelming.]

I’ll save it. I’ll wear it to a special party here. Do you think Lady Qi’ra will let me? Surely she’ll approve? I shall feel like a princess in such a gown. Oh, I shall feel beautiful. Thank you, Gokudera. Thank you.