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Technically speaking, Beverly has an ulterior motive for today. She's been working up to this for a little while, ever since she first talked with Hopper about it on her birthday. Now, finally, the pieces are all in place, the papers ready to file, but she's not about to go through with anything until she has one other person's approval. It isn't just Hopper whose family she's a part of, but Eleven, too. A name won't change anything, really. She would probably have done this long ago, otherwise. But especially now that she's a legal adult and thus no longer in need of a legal guardian — now that she's about to graduate, with her name on a diploma to be read out as she walks across a stage — it feels important. This is the family she chooses, and though she doesn't need a name for that, it still feels like the right choice.

Even without that, though, she might well have suggested this today. The weather is finally nice enough for a day at the boardwalk to be worthwhile, and she knows a lot of this was new for El when she first got here. Busy as Beverly may be with the end of school and finals that she doesn't think could possibly matter any less, it's definitely worth carving out time for a girls' day. A sisters' day, really. It's still nice to think about it like that.

"Alright," she says, looking over at El with a grin once they've arrived. "What should we do first? Food, games?"

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"Mm-mm," she assures. For now, she just wants funnel cake, and root beer, and time with Beverly. She carries the plushie against her back, 'piggie back' style, so it's not jammed between them and makes sure no one stands too close to them. Eleven knows they can both take care of themselves, but the buffer is nice, anyway.

Once they get up to the counter, Beverly orders two funnel cakes and two root beers, grabbing a handful of napkins while she waits for them to be brought out. She glances over at El as she does, too, smiling at the way El is carrying the plushie. Really, Beverly never thought she would be a sister. If she's honest, she never wanted to be, if only because she wouldn't have wished her home life back in Derry on anyone else. This is so different. Now, she just hopes it goes well, even if it's not like they all need to share a name to be family.

"That bench is free," she says once they've gotten their order, nodding toward one she spotted before, facing the beach. "Wanna go sit?"

Eleven's ready drinking her root beer by the time Beverly asks, so she hums a quick sound of agreement as she pulls from the straw.

She leads the way to the bench and shrugs their plushie prize down to sit beside her.

"Thank you," she says. She plucks a piece of funnel cake off to pop into her mouth.

"Of course," Beverly says with a shrug, her smile warm and easy. She never had a sibling before El, but she's pretty sure this is just the kind of thing that big sisters are supposed to do. And that's what all of this is about, really. Paperwork and shared last names don't make a family, but she still wants that last official step, and she hopes El takes well to the idea.

"I actually, while we're here, had something I wanted to ask you about," she says, her voice light, as she breathes in deep the salty sea air. "A good thing. I hope."

"Okay," she says, plucking another piece of funnel cake. She pops it into her mouth and gives Beverly her attention. She'd said it was a good thing, she hoped, and that was kind of strange. There were a lot of things that could be good, and other things that could be good only in certain circumstances, but Eleven can't imagine what she might be about to ask.

"It's kind of been on my mind for a while, but especially with graduation coming up," Beverly starts, realizing that, for all the time she's spent thinking about this, she hasn't actually figured out how to say it. She thinks, again, that it has to be a good thing, so it probably shouldn't matter if it comes out a bit awkwardly, but even so, if nothing else, she wants to be clear.

"Hopper is... Well, he's more of a dad to me than mine ever was. And I've been thinking that I want to change my name to show that. Beverly Hopper, instead of Beverly Marsh. I know a name doesn't make a family, but..." She trails off for a moment, then gives El a small, hopeful smile. "And you're part of that family, too. I wouldn't want to do it without making sure it's okay with you, first."

Eleven bites her lip, tugging little bits of fried dough up and off the greater whole as she listens. Her face is, as always, an open book: nervousness, curiosity, and then, suddenly, excitement and hope.

"You... want to be my sister?" she asks.

"Of course," Beverly replies like it's the easiest thing in the world, her own expression equal parts nervous and hopeful. "Not... that we need to have the same last name to be sisters, but I want to make it official like that. With Hopper, and with you."

She never really had a family before Darrow, not in any worthwhile way, not in the sense of what a family is supposed to be. As far as she can see, there's no point at all in keeping any unnecessary pieces of it when she could share a name with her real family instead.

Eleven nods, gripping her cup tightly so she doesn't drop it and grab for Beverly's hand.

"I want that, too," she says. "To make it official. Hopper is my papa, and you... you are my sister." She grins when she says it, feeling special, important to Beverly in a way she hasn't been to anyone else. This is different from Mike and Hop and even Kali, who is El's sister, but in a different way.

Beverly all but beams at that, nodding in agreement. It's true regardless of what their names are, but the gesture is one she thinks is important anyway. It means something — to her, to Hopper, and now to El, too, which is the most she could have hoped for. She didn't think El would hate the idea or anything, but it still feels good in an almost overwhelming sort of way, having a family that chooses her rather than one who didn't want her.

"And you're mine," she says, though that goes without saying, given the subject at hand. "Good. I'm really glad."