"I'm from a movie, but I'm not in the comics. And there's like - differences." Darcy shrugged, pointing toward her bedroom with her plastic spoon. She, of course, turned it to a slight joke with a good dose of joking, "I can grab if you want? It's not prying. I didn't figure to pop out with it, though now I can get the cardboard cutout of me since you know. I keep thinking I should tell Jane though."
"You're not old enough to buy alcohol legally. People date. People get sent back. You and Peter might still end up together here, you might meet a guy who is also awesome. It sucks to feel alone instead of knowing you have the right - guy who loves you, who is super sexy and smart and... right. But you have time. I mean, you are not an old maid." Darcy brought her spoon back to finally take a bite of her ice cream. She'd go grab the Thor DVD if Gwen wanted to see it, even just to see the DVD cover and summary, but she was determined to get even a few bites of her ice cream.
"Just know you can chat at me whenever, okay? And... I don't know. I wish there were something to tell you about Jack? I don't know. I don't think I want much of anything right now. I figured a - flirtmance or even a bit more might be nice, nothing serious, but I don't think it's there. He's told me I'm beautiful, once, and after that it sizzled out. I want to feel something, but he just says 'whatever you want' a lot and I feel like I barely know him past 'he's hot' and 'he likes the sea.'" Darcy admitted with a mildly dramatic sigh, moving on in an attempt to provide a distraction as Gwen had requested. It was the truth, too. Jack was nice, but Darcy wasn't sure if that was enough. "So I think he and I are drinking buddy friends. It's good to have someone to go get drinks with in the legal sense. And have I mentioned lately that he's super pretty to look at?"