Juno couldn't help a chuckle, imagining Pam herding cats, and how it didn't seem that far from possible for her. But Jim had a point, in the end. Not to mention that it was obvious that Pam wanted that sort of role, or notice at least; and no matter what 'they' said, Juno always thought someone who wanted to lead was better than someone who didn't. More committed, probably. Plus, who wanted to force anyone to do anything, least of all lead? "So is this a thing now? We're equating you with Spiderman for good?"
Instead of sitting across from Jim, as usual, Juno had elected to sit closer to him at the head of the table where she could see both entrances (or exits, depending on perspective) clearly. Although she never lost the smile of clear amusement while he described what made her cool she looked at him almost adoringly at the same time, head tilted to the side as her fist supported her chin. It was pathetic but she remembered getting so few compliments, that this sounded like music to her ears.
"Right but I'm, like, 90s cool. Care about nothing, fuck school, street smarts, bad decisions. A mixture of 'don't fuck with me' with 'I don't fuck with you'." She almost made herself sound like Jordan Catalano from My So Called Life except he was dreamy yet frustrating - she was only frustrating. To herself if no one else. "You are more modern cool, believe it or not. It's not just because you're not out on the lawn everyday calling us mistresses of Satan and condemning abortion, it's because you know a ton of shit, you've probably lived and seen the most out of all of us, and you're...well, not 'priest looking', necessarily."
The food, meanwhile, was really pretty good if Juno said so herself. It only improved her mood that she'd finally succeeded at something sort-of meaningful. While she adjusted her tortilla in her hands Juno asked, "So um, what d'you think?"