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So, she's never walked downstairs from her room and had her clothing suddenly change before. Jenny hasn't left Milliways since the disaster on New Thal and every day has been about the same for her: running, reading, studying, spending time with Bart if he's around.

But clothing changes? Yeah. So very new.

Her eyes glance downward at the change. Her trousers are now practically skin tight and laced up the side of her legs, exposing her pale skin. Black boots go up just to her knees and that white shirt she's wearing is too tight, too short, and too low cut. There are heavy gold braces on each wrist and her eyes widen.

Hands go up through her hair, now down and partially braided. There's some sort of cloth covering it and she wrinkles her nose.

But when Jenny sees the sword hanging off her waist, her eyes light up. Brilliant!

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"Yeah, not really."

"It was helpful in talking about pirates, though," she insists.

After all, it was a rather brilliant looking book!

"And Talk Like a Pirate Day. Apparently it's international on Earth!"

"Yeah?"

Distracted again, whut?

She doesn't need touch telepathy to realise that. Her cheeks redden again, a blush that makes its way down her neck to hint at the amount of cleavage exposed by the shirt.

"You really like the way I look?"

"Yeah."

She giggled, blush deepening.

"Why?"

...Ahem.

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Not an answer.

Eyebrows raise. She wants words.

WORDS THAT DO NOT BELONG DOWNSTAIRS, JENNY.

FINE.

She reaches for his hand to spy on his thoughts again. Jenny smiles softly, still expecting her answer. Now, though, the rest of the bar doesn't have to know.

This...

...is not a G-rated comment, folks. The narration is going to preserve her pristine mind and leave the exact details up to you.

Oh.

Oh.

It's a comment that makes her definitely flush head to toe, making her warm and uncomfortable in her clothing (or lack there of). Bart receives a surge of embarrassed desire before Jenny lets go of his hand.

Quietly, "Oh."

...Ahem.

She did ask.

Yeah.

She's just going to stand here awkwardly for a moment. Picking up on these thoughts and feelings during sex is one thing. But while she's not doing anything?

Yeah. The blushing continues.

WELL THEY COULD DO SOMETHING

...That is.

(Well, they could.)

Surprisingly, Jenny's too embarrassed to do anything right now.

Finally, after what seems like eons, she has a question. When in doubt, turn to question. "Is it like that for all boys? I mean. To see a girl dressed like this? If it wasn't me, would you...? Well, you know."

Awkwardly, "I don't know. I'm not all boys."

"Well, what about you?"

"No."

Jenny tilts her head, a small smirk on her face as she looks him over. He could be lying. She's read about teenage human males and she knows quite a few of them. Or maybe he's really sincere. Maybe she's the first girl he was ever really felt this way about.

While she prefers the second option (Bart, of course, being her first everything in so many ways), she also knows one thing.

It's fun to tease. And see how many shades of red his face can turn.

"So it's cause my skin is showing that you're thinking those things?"

He knows his girlfriend, and her not!innocence, and her teasing.

Thus, there is an entirely solemn and vaguely indignant, "Yes."

So not the answer she's looking for. Jenny chews on her lip as she tries to think of some way to make him blush. There has to be something.

"And my breasts, right? You like looking at those too, don't you?"

"I had noticed them, yes."

Still very solemn.

Her arms cross under her chest, emphasizing them even more. Bart has clearly been spending far too much time around her if this is how he responds.

"And?"

HE WILL NOT GIVE HER THE SATISFACTION.

"And what?"