“What do you want to do tonight?” Avery asked Jett.
“I don’t care. Anything but be home.”
“Did Tucian take Amara there? Is it going to be a little too romantic for your taste?” Avery teased.
“Yes, actually. Blegh.” Jett sat at the vanity and rummaged through the containers curiously. “She’ll love it. He’s full of emotions and love. All that stuff you girls like. The stuff Tucian is good at but I’ve never been interested in. He’s always been full of feelings and fluff.”
“Ha ha I bet she will love it. I’m sure she’ll tell me all about it later.”
“Lucky you. What’s all this stuff for?” Jett held up a glass container. “Why do girls need all this?”
“That,” Avery took the jar from him, “is a moisturizer. It keeps our skin soft and glowy.” She set it back in its place and sat on the vanity next to him.
“To impress us boys?”
“You wish!” Avery scoffed. “For ourselves. Dry skin hurts and breaks easily when you get hit. I don’t know why other girls have so many containers of products. Most of those have magical purposes. Healing ones, mostly: for cuts, burns from power blasts, sprains. You know, for training injuries. Some are for external use, others need to be downed. You’ll have to ask a normal girl why her vanity is cluttered.” She laughed.
“I should have known better than to assume you would be a normal girl.” Jett laughed.