Had Jen know that's exactly what went down she wouldn't have said anything. She knew exactly what it felt like to not be chosen—oh brother, did she ever—and would have never rubbed his nose in it like that. Jen had experienced a whole lifetime of not being wanted growing up in an orphanage like she did, where it was on display just how very much unwanted she was. And of course, wanna be Gl... That statement rang true, as well. At least Kyle's humiliation was kept private for the most part, uncanny coincidences notwithstanding.
"Ooo, I'll go get my tap shoes," she said, not missing a beat, her tone facetious. To Guy, she scoffed, "I can't believe you just said that. I'm just not any ho... But you're right. Kyle is the best," she said, intent on embarrassing him now with praise.
When Kyle asked how much the pizza was, Jen just shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno." It wasn't that she didn't ask, or wasn't told, it was just her intentions to treat.
"There's probably basketball on," Jen weighed in on the conversation with a shrug and a sip of beer, still perched on the arm of the chair. "Did you bring my whiskey, Guy?"