[ It does kind of look like a spider, sort-of. If a spider was red and yellow. Jessica's eyes narrow in on his smile, which looks a little nervous, if you ask her.
Something twinges vaguely in her chest. It's the feeling that makes her want to make sure he... eats a balanced lunch? He shouldn't be worried about Avengers (has he heard of the Avengers before? Hard to tell), or fae speeches, and instead should be worried about finals and college and thermodynamics and, what else happens to kids in high school. Prom? Prom.
Jessica, in that moment, decides to stop staring at him. She also decides to take off her cowl, which folds around her neck like a hood, revealing a totally normal woman in her thirties. ]
Don't worry about it. [ She sticks out her hand, to shake. ] I'm Jessica.
[ A beat. She then points at him, not accusingly, just sort of. Addressing. ] Are you freaking out? [ She then points to herself. A little more accusingly, but mostly sort of responsibly. ] Do you want me to quiz you about thermodynamics?
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Something twinges vaguely in her chest. It's the feeling that makes her want to make sure he... eats a balanced lunch? He shouldn't be worried about Avengers (has he heard of the Avengers before? Hard to tell), or fae speeches, and instead should be worried about finals and college and thermodynamics and, what else happens to kids in high school. Prom? Prom.
Jessica, in that moment, decides to stop staring at him. She also decides to take off her cowl, which folds around her neck like a hood, revealing a totally normal woman in her thirties. ]
Don't worry about it. [ She sticks out her hand, to shake. ] I'm Jessica.
[ A beat. She then points at him, not accusingly, just sort of. Addressing. ] Are you freaking out? [ She then points to herself. A little more accusingly, but mostly sort of responsibly. ] Do you want me to quiz you about thermodynamics?