Jenny had been expecting something worse, maybe even a slap or something. She wouldn't have really objected, she could have dealt with it. She felt bad now, about everything being so misunderstood between them, and how it had all turned out. If she had been thoughtless enough to hurt the older girl, then a slap wasn't out of the question.

But the pout and nonchalant tone sort of took her back, even though she should have known what to expect from Quinn. That was part of their problem, the brunette always seemed to be pulling back from her, playing a game and trying to prove who cared less. She almost would have preferred to be slapped than pouted at like that.

"I am very happy," she replied cautiously, looking up from the bed and at Quinn again, pouting back some. "What's that?" she asked of the favor, wringing her hands in her lap again as she waited. Whatever it was, she knew she owed her at least that much.