Eleven

"What're you lookin' at me for?" he asks, nodding his head toward the beach. "Put your toys back where you found 'em."

He's not grinning, but it's a close thing, the smile lighting up his eyes as he looks at her. She's good at this, he's known that for as long as he's known her, it's nothing new. There's just something different about seeing it at work like this, seeing it in a context without a constant threat to their lives and their home. She's just a kid practicing this skill she's already really damn good at.

Somehow it's still normal despite being completely unusual. It makes Hopper feel good.