[Sure enough, Mr. D is still manning the punch bowl and food - he hasn't moved once since the party's started.

He definitely smells the alcohol on Eponine, and he narrows his eyes at her, almost like he's waiting.]

Taking a younger one under your wing...Emily? That's not like you.

[Naturally, if she even tries to do something to the punch with her flask, it'll just turn the entire bowl into Diet Coke.]