[At the look, Jake just grins wider before dedicating himself to the thankless task of counting the cools. One, two (if you counted 'chill,' which he did), three...]
Gee, Finny. [He keeps his feet planted by the skillet, but his neck and arms stretch toward the table. Elbows braced against the top, he cups his chin in his hands in delight.] Sounds like she's pretty cool.
[Finn's grumbling sigh in response was entertaining, sure, but it was also kinda sweet. Jake didn't tease Finn because he thought he was ridiculous, or silly, or stupid. It was sweet. Jake was all-too ready to become Fwenn's #1 fan. Unfortunately, history and its repetitions had a way of killing the vibe. At Finn's final declaration, Jake is looking more sympathetic than gleeful.]
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Gee, Finny. [He keeps his feet planted by the skillet, but his neck and arms stretch toward the table. Elbows braced against the top, he cups his chin in his hands in delight.] Sounds like she's pretty cool.
[Finn's grumbling sigh in response was entertaining, sure, but it was also kinda sweet. Jake didn't tease Finn because he thought he was ridiculous, or silly, or stupid. It was sweet. Jake was all-too ready to become Fwenn's #1 fan. Unfortunately, history and its repetitions had a way of killing the vibe. At Finn's final declaration, Jake is looking more sympathetic than gleeful.]
Awww, man, what? How old is she?