[When Eponine twirls, Richie feels a little embarrassed. It's strange. The only girl he's friends with is Bev, and she's not the twirling in dresses type- or not so far as he knows, anyway. He thinks he should probably compliment her, but everything he can think of sounds insincere.]
But the dress is cool.
[He tried.]
Lime-sized limes!? Man, that's just- fuck, that's like, my favorite kind of lime.
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[When Eponine twirls, Richie feels a little embarrassed. It's strange. The only girl he's friends with is Bev, and she's not the twirling in dresses type- or not so far as he knows, anyway. He thinks he should probably compliment her, but everything he can think of sounds insincere.]
But the dress is cool.
[He tried.]
Lime-sized limes!? Man, that's just- fuck, that's like, my favorite kind of lime.