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Valerie Bell is lounging around in front of the Cooper house, waiting for someone who looks vaguely in charge to wander by.

Until then, she's shamelessly showing off her mutant powers by juggling innumerable chunks of dirt with twelve glowing white tentacles.

Hey, it's an excercise in coordination! Right. Yep. Uh-huh.

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"Might make walking difficult, though."

"Ffft," she says demonstratively. "It's just like having really long-ass legs. Except walking around this ground in bare feet would probably be pretty yucky."

"Seeing you this tall is weird, though." Marley protests.

Silently grinning, Valerie grows herself another foot or so.

And looks dooooown at Marley.

"Ha," she says.

...it's possible that the fact that her boobs are exactly at eye level is unintentional.

Possible.

Just not very likely.

Marley makes a point of looking up at her face.

"Stop that."

Aww. But they're very nice boobs, Marley! (If a little on the small side.)

"Why?" asks Val, innocently.

"You'll give me a complex?"

"Oh, poor Maeleachlainn Marley, he's going to get a complex. Well, you've probably never seen anybody who was taller than you before."

Yes, she says it right. The narration has doubts as to whether saying it right is even possible, but Val manages. It's a pride thing. She can't exactly know the guy this well ~~and crush on him like mad~~ without knowing how to pronounce his fucking name, now can she?

Marley just shrugs, and silently starts tickling her.

"...Asshole," she exclaims, giggling frantically.

"You're way worse than I am."

"You're still an asshole," she says cheerfully.

"I know." Cheerfully.

"Just so long's we're clear on that."

"We are, we are."

"Good!"

She's oddly cheerful about this.

"Good." Marley agrees.

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