[ she makes a decidedly indignant scoffing sound at his quip - listen here, mister, it isn't every half mile. ...it's at least three quarters.
but he saves himself the trouble by rifling through his pack to produce what's far better than some clothes (though admittedly, new clothes that haven't been passed through God knows how many hands are pretty novel a gift). the pun book comes out, and Joel might not have to look at her to feel the way she's staring at him. ]
...No fucking way. Joel?!
[ she's yanking it right out of his hands as if to secure it in her possession before he can think better of it, hugging it to her chest possessively and shooting him a look of faux scandalization. ] Seriously?? I see how it is. You give me sooo much shit about my jokes, and then you deliver me your own undoing? I knew it, you totally loved the puns the whole time.
if he keeps Doing His Best that might change at this rate 😌 ; 1/2
but he saves himself the trouble by rifling through his pack to produce what's far better than some clothes (though admittedly, new clothes that haven't been passed through God knows how many hands are pretty novel a gift). the pun book comes out, and Joel might not have to look at her to feel the way she's staring at him. ]
...No fucking way. Joel?!
[ she's yanking it right out of his hands as if to secure it in her possession before he can think better of it, hugging it to her chest possessively and shooting him a look of faux scandalization. ] Seriously?? I see how it is. You give me sooo much shit about my jokes, and then you deliver me your own undoing? I knew it, you totally loved the puns the whole time.