Jules definitely wouldn't have been surprised to hear Jasper had never tried caviar, but she also didn't really care. She wasn't worrying too much about their differences at the moment, or whether or not 'this', whatever it was, would work. If Friday night was a disaster, then they would know to stick to sex... or... just to stop seeing each other all together. Jasper didn't seem overly chatty at the moment, so Jules fell silent as they ate. She would have to get dressed here soon and drive home, and she figured the more they talked, the higher the chance they slipped into a fight somehow, so maybe it was best to stay quiet. She only ate three pizza rolls before looking at Jasper. "I guess I should get going."
Seeing as how he could polish the whole plate off by himself and go back for seconds, Jasper didn’t really care that Jules didn’t eat much. He’d been as good a host as he could be, at least. That was something. He’d gotten into watching TV for a little while, but looked over at her when she spoke again. Was it stupid that his very first impulse was to try and talk her into staying? Probably. It wasn’t like she could spend the night, as much as he wanted to repeat the experience of sleeping with his arm draped over her. “Okay,” he said, giving her a little half-smile. Jasper stroked his hand over Jules’s thigh. “Glad you came over. I feel better with the uh ... the thing.” He nodded in the vague direction of her purse. “That you’ve got one too.”
"Hopefully they work," Jules said, because while it was still mind blowing that there were people in town who thought they were legit witches - and maybe they were - she couldn't just blindly accept that magic existed. Jules wasn't even sure how the hex bag was supposed to work, or what it was supposed to do. But she supposed she would have to wait and see. She sighed and pulled her legs from Jasper's lap to stand up and grab her bag and head back to his bedroom. She had to change back into her cheer uniform before she drove home. When she was finished, she left his shirt and boxers on his bed and returned to the living room to tell Jasper she was leaving. "I guess I'll talk to you later," Jules said, not entirely sure the proper way to say goodbye to him at the moment. Things were weird? Not really in a bad way, just an uncertain way...
He got up when Jules came back into the room to walk her to the door. The dogs would be glad she was gone, since that meant they got to come out, but Jasper already sort of missed her. Which was just him being tired and stupid, so he could deal with it. Before he opened the front door for her, Jasper stepped in and wrapped his arms around Jules. “Drive safe, okay?” he murmured, then pulled back enough to kiss her goodbye. Fuck the rules. He was tempted to tell her to text him when she got home too, but Jasper bit that one back. He didn’t want to look needy ... but he would totally follow up with her the next day. It was healthy paranoia now.
She really wasn't used to these kind of goodbyes from Jasper, but a part of her had to admit it was much nicer than a slamming of a door, or eye rolling or whatever. And when had she totally done away with her no-kissing rule? Because they were kissing more now, even when they weren't naked, and she didn't hate it. Ugh, just weird, all of it. Jules kissed him back, her hands resting loosely on his waist before she pulled back and nodded. "I'll be safe," she promised before turning away to leave. It was late and the night was chilly, causing her skin to break out in gooseflesh. Jules glanced back at Jasper and lifted her hand in a quick wave before she hurried down to her car, digging her keys out of her bag to get it unlocked before she reached the door. Strange how she felt so acutely aware of her surroundings now, especially in the dark. With any luck she could get back home and fall into bed without any creepy incidents this time.