Re: [Capital: Gwen & Flash]
"The time machine must have a super short time-visit span," she quipped back, and she was much easier in this situation than she was trying to talk to him about her feelings. She realized that was totally strange, but she figured the distraction of the mission helped her worry less about the words that came out of her mouth. She was pretty sure that (usually) she tried too hard, and that (illogically) she made things worse by trying too hard.
Easily, she let him take the lead with the vendors. It went well with the role of really stupid girlfriend (and she didn't know whether to be grateful for this easy con, or whether to be angry that the world was super sexist). She made a token grab for his hand when he walked away from her, because she thought it was totally a clingy girlfriend thing to do. A second later (when he walked into the tent wall), she giggled (she kind of hated that sound), but then she put her hands on her hips and turned an indignant rich-girl expression on the vendor.
"I told you, this is totally a waste of time," she said, indignation turning to boredom (also of the rich-girl variety), and the vendors looked at each other. Reluctantly, one of the men pulled the real time machine out and set it on the table. It was an impressive looking machine, and Gwen wondered who'd built it. "Hey. Who made this?" she asked, using her best dumb blonde voice.
The vendor muttered back that it was someone local, then looked at Flash to see if he was serious. "It's going to cost you, kid," the man said, and his face said he meant business. "We ain't responsible for accidents," he added, encouraged by a nudge to his side and a whisper about rich kids and lawyers.