"I won't cut it too short, I promise. Just enough that the birds won't be interested in using you as a nest." Eponine smiles as she looks out over the city, then lifts her head to look up at Grantaire at his words. "We can try, but I still can't eat a whole lot. Not as much as you boys do!" She squirms again, laughing as he pokes her and she reaches for his hand to stop him. "I can't say I wouldn't mind being strapped to you. You know. If only so I don't get washed away by the ocean."