"A cussing jar? Oh man. I would be so rich!" she laughed, watching him steal her fry, completely unphased by it. She should have protested, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Despite their obviously huge differences, she felt comfortable around him. He made her laugh. And he wasn't some Danny Zuko jerk, the kind of guy she didn't like. Their age difference didn't even bother her.
When he told her how many times he'd cussed since they'd met, she blinked and then laughed. "Wow. That's...not really that much? I mean, it seems like it'd be more." She grinned, grabbing one of her fries and poking it into the bright pool of ketchup on her plate. "Maybe since I don't cuss, it seems like you cuss a lot more than you actually do." She teased.