No, that pun was definitely too smart for a moron. [ Really, Peter might be ridiculous on many levels, but he's not dumb.
Jane sets down her glass because it doesn't seem like it's a safe time to be drinking just yet. Too many funny things coming up in their conversation. ] Kriff, a swamp? How flattering. [ She arches an eyebrow at him. ] Please tell me you didn't fall for that.
[ People thinking he's only a moron an underestimating him had worked in Peter's advantage for years. Sure, it hurt when people he cared about insulted him but it was a small price to pay for fooling the right enemy when he needed it. Case in point, Ronan.
It's nice that she realizes that, for a chance. It makes Peter feel more at ease, as if he can be ridiculous but also more himself.]
There's apparently very pretty and green swamps out there, who would have known? I'm sure someone like you must have heard all sort of things too. [ And by 'someone like you' he meant 'smart, funny and gorgeous' but he didn't want to overstep boundaries. ] But no, I didn't fell for that. But they were still charming on their own way, so had to give them points for trying. The comparison was sincere and well intended, just terrible in its execution.
[ She puts her hand to her heart, her expression that of mock sincerity. ] Your secret is safe with me.
[ It's a great tactic, and one Jane has employed herself in one way or another. She might be a total showoff when it comes to her piloting prowess, but she's always kept her Force abilities quiet, content with playing the role of the lesser of Vader's grandchildren.
The topic of swamps has her rolling her eyes, though, because all she can think about is Dagobah, and as far as she remembers there's nothing pretty about the swamps there. But the amused smile at the corners of her mouth remains. ] Nah, nothing that flattering. Just that my eyes are like brandy. [ Yes, she's totally smirking now. ] You still win, Swamp-Eyes.
[ She picks up her glass again and sinks back into her seat. ] So. I believe you have a story for me?
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Jane sets down her glass because it doesn't seem like it's a safe time to be drinking just yet. Too many funny things coming up in their conversation. ] Kriff, a swamp? How flattering. [ She arches an eyebrow at him. ] Please tell me you didn't fall for that.
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[ People thinking he's only a moron an underestimating him had worked in Peter's advantage for years. Sure, it hurt when people he cared about insulted him but it was a small price to pay for fooling the right enemy when he needed it. Case in point, Ronan.
It's nice that she realizes that, for a chance. It makes Peter feel more at ease, as if he can be ridiculous but also more himself.]
There's apparently very pretty and green swamps out there, who would have known? I'm sure someone like you must have heard all sort of things too. [ And by 'someone like you' he meant 'smart, funny and gorgeous' but he didn't want to overstep boundaries. ] But no, I didn't fell for that. But they were still charming on their own way, so had to give them points for trying. The comparison was sincere and well intended, just terrible in its execution.
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[ It's a great tactic, and one Jane has employed herself in one way or another. She might be a total showoff when it comes to her piloting prowess, but she's always kept her Force abilities quiet, content with playing the role of the lesser of Vader's grandchildren.
The topic of swamps has her rolling her eyes, though, because all she can think about is Dagobah, and as far as she remembers there's nothing pretty about the swamps there. But the amused smile at the corners of her mouth remains. ] Nah, nothing that flattering. Just that my eyes are like brandy. [ Yes, she's totally smirking now. ] You still win, Swamp-Eyes.
[ She picks up her glass again and sinks back into her seat. ] So. I believe you have a story for me?