Re: Marvel hospital: Gwen & Peter
"Does not, flabby," she retorted, and she would've started listing off all the reasons why common sense trumped absolutely nothing ever, but she was too busy trying not to laugh. Some of the people walking into the gift shop were happy, but most of them were sad, and she didn't want to laugh and argue where they could hear. If they started playing around about semantics, she knew she would end up laughing aloud, and so she refrained. But he wouldn't get off this easy in the future, nope, and her cornflower blue eyes were brighter for that little burst of not-super-serious-stuff.
"Don't let your guard down," she said of him being able to handle Harry, and it sounded a little more forceful than intended, like she had some kind of right to tell him what to do (oops). She knew he could handle Harry, boy or goblin, but it was really easy to be lulled with Harry's demeanor these days. Maybe she was being a little paranoid, but she was always paranoid about goblin stuff. She knew that was logical (super logical), and it didn't indicate she was nutty or suffering something listed in the DSM-IV codes.
"I refuse to be held accountable for any acts of kindness on your part, Peter Parker," she told him, like the accusation was super insulting, but her grin contradicted her tone. And in her mind they'd kind of gone beyond the whole friend thing on the carousel (if they'd ever been there in the first place), but she knew that had all changed now. Which was good! It was fine; it was easier not to get hurt if everything was discounted as being important.
"Okay," she said, too eager, too quick, and way to not be cool. Stacy. She held out the chips and the water she'd stolen from him, and she tried not to ask about him taking Mary Jane home, or about their status, or about anything. Because friends, right? Friends. "Next Friday?" she asked. "Lunchtime? I only have a half-day of classes on Friday."