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Forgot just how gross teenagers are.

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For the record, I am not a teenager.

I'm afraid to ask for specifics.

How?

No, you're just some little creep.

I've recently come into a gaggle of children. Call it an inheritance, or something, although I don't think there's a single one of them that was more than a sparkle in someone's eye when Mama Fortuna ran Alleytown...

I didn't even like teenagers when I was one.

They're just... [ she gestures vaguely. ] Gross. They smell, they're like little garbage disposals when it comes to food, they have gross habits...

They're awful.

[ she's quite fond of hers, actually, but shhh... ]

Eh, I'm a little rusty.

Rusty? Kid, and I say this regardless of your actual age, you were fast approaching Weinstein territory. Zero style.

And now someone left you in charge of a small herd of them?

I would definitely watch that.

As much as I don't think a single one of them would agree with me on this -- and I get it, I was one of them, too -- they need someone. This might as well happen.

[ a quote to really build your life on, truly. ]

Quality reality television, for sure.

Sounds like herding cats. [Yes, she is way too proud of herself for that.]

Still, kids do better with people who understand where they're coming from. Sounds like you guys might have a few things in common?

Cats and children. You'd be amazed at the amount of money I spend on smelly things every month.

I grew up in the East End. Even ran with the Alleytown kids back in the day, it's where I practiced my craft. I've been where they are, I get what they've been through. [ there's an abrupt shift in her mood, her expression souring. ] I sound a lot like someone I know right now and I'm not a fan.

At this rate? No, I don't think I would be.

[This is highly entertaining, tbqh. Jen is not quite smirking.] Sometimes those things sneak up on you. Especially the whole caring about people thing.

[ selina only scowls in response. ]

I don't like it.

[Jen clearly finds this delightful.]

But you're not going to stop, either.

No, I mean how the hell did you forget?

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