"So does he," he snorted. It was always pretty, the sort that the girls went wild for. Naturally, his brother when he was younger seemed proud of his hair. Enough that he let it flow freely. Little surprise that Eponine appreciated that about him as well.

"I suppose." He hadn't really noticed much to tell whether Jon was happy or not. He usually was several layers of brooding. "I imagine Sansa likes them together."

He could imagine that Sansa had enjoyed Eponine tripping over her feet, but it didn't sound as though she were horribly unkind. "She looks like my mother."