“Hoo-boy.” She said and bit her lip as she stood of the last vestiges of an ocean from a world that was lost to them. 

Penny looked down to where Jack’s rough, honest hand had brushed against the soft back of her hand, a hand made strong from kneading and work. Honest work that while it wasn’t intellectual or artistic or important. But it was good and needed. Just like Jack’s. 

She turned her hand and slid her palm against his rough fingers, feeling a prickle of sensation dance across her palm and up her arm straight to somewhere central. She closed her eyes as she tangled her fingers gently with his and then opened them up, expecting things to look different somehow. They didn’t, but that was all right. She was just a silly, moon-faced girl but that was just fine. She was there with Jack and his words were still dancing in her ears. She leaned towards him, as if ready to receive more even as she puzzled out what he’d already said.

“I don’t know where to start.” She confessed and what exactly she was confessing was unclear. 

She didn’t know what he meant by [i]gear[/i] but could guess it was something good by how he’d used it and the way his eyes lit up as he looked at her. Being around intellectuals had rubbed off on her a little, after all for all that this interest was something new entirely. She wasn’t sure what [i]cloggin’[/i] or [i]scruffin’[/i] was but if Jack wanted to show her, she wanted to learn. She was certain he wanted to know more about her and while she was happy to share, her life was an open book after all. She just didn’t know where to begin, no one had ever really asked her. No one but Jack. 

“I’m one of three… Or rather I was one of three.” A flicker of sadness crossed her face but she didn’t let it linger. The past was the past and she tried so hard not to dwell on the guilt she felt for taking someone more worthy’s place. 

“We were each named after women in Greek Plays, mostly tragedies. I’m named for a loyal woman who waited for years for her husband to return home.” 
She ducked her head, her dimple flashing and gently squeezed his fingers. 

“Let’s walk and you can tell me something about yourself. We can take turns and make a game of it.” 
She paused mid step.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” And then she was pulling out a small package of cookies, the best of the batch, and handed them over to Jack.