She doesn't realize what she's done, and at any rate, she's - well, often a bit too lost in her own head. The expedition didn't exactly nurture diplomatic skills, and it's not her abundance of social awareness that saw her cut off past relationships without explaining herself. Lune recognizes that something has soured Eponine's mood, though, her expression sobering.

Eponine doesn't know? Well, it's always frustrating not to have knowledge. And at least that has an easy solution.

Always problem-solving.

"Pasta's flour and eggs, usually." A little nod, confirming herself. "Cut it into strands, or...any shape you care to, I suppose. Best to have it with some sauces or cheeses."