Re: log, marvel: pizza party at harry's
[Most of Gwen's wardrobe was at the Estate, and after her conversation with Peter, she left the working version of a serum antidote spinning and went to shower and change out of the slouchy clothes she'd been wearing since the hospital. She just wanted to feel clean, okay? It had nothing to do with Jason coming, or with supercute Mary Jane returning to her oxygenating form in a less acerbic model. Anyway, her outfit covered the bruise that went from shoulder to elbow better, and only the angry mottled skin on her throat made her look like anything had physically happened to her at all, which was better than how things looked with the short-sleeved Spidey tee from earlier.
The timing sucked, though, because she walked down the stairs to the foyer just in time to see that hug. She was observant, and she cataloged the traveling path of Mary Jane's fingers into Peter's hair in silence. She wasn't sure her newfound ability to stealth was really a benefit in this instance, but the situation was noted. Mental tickers counted off seconds and tried to calculate areas of body contact and pressure. Then, shaking herself out of it, she made her way down the stairs less quietly, knee-highs tapping heavily at the toes, as Mary Jane exclaimed her adorable redheaded concern over Peter's bruises.]
Hey, Mary Jane. [Casual, so causal, and Gwen grabbed the pizza box so it wouldn't impede further attempts at hugging.] I'll take this down to the basement, okay? [She lifted the pizza to indicate that it was the box being relocated. Time alone to catch-up was the intended implication, and she turned for the servant's corridor that would lead her down to the basement and panic room just in time to hear footsteps at the door. Saved by the maybe-not-exactly-boyfriend-cute-guy! Whatever laws of probability were at work at that particular moment completely escaped scientific notice entirely, and were just given a mental thank you.]