There was a traditional Lexi 'I don't believe you' look where she'd tilt her head to one side, raise her eyebrow and curl the right corner of her full lips and when he said that she didn't need to worry about little old him she give him that look and said softly, "I don't believe you, someone's got to worry about you. But I promise not to be a worry-wort." Her voice filled a joking manor and when he said he'd stop by a few more times maybe to check up on her and do more interviews she giggled cutely. "I'm sure the Ask the Spider column could provide questions that could be answered." Upon his response to needing more rewards for heroic deeds she gave a cheeky flirty grin and when he jumped off the roof she stood up, calling out to him with a wave. "Any time, don't be a stranger!" The old saying of [i]Stranger Danger[/i] went through her head and she paused a little in her wave. Nah, it's our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, there's no danger there.

"Lexi? Lexi are you on the roof again?" Her father called out from the other side of the house. She skipped across the rooftop and spoke to him. "Yeah sorry, the night sky was too beautiful I couldn't stay inside." "Just... Just go to bed. It's 11pm." Her father said in a dramatic sigh before shutting the window. A small laugh left her as she climbed down and slid into her window before pulling off her clothes and climbing into bed.

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The next morning being Sunday, she got up and dressed in a pair of work jeans, meaning they already had splatters of paint on them, a ty-dyed tank top of their misadventures with painting in the past and a pair of flip flops. Her tank top hugged her tone shapely body and her jeans, though covered in pant, flattered her small hips and round butt. Looking at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but wonder what Spider-Man would have thought of her in this outfit, but hopefully he didn't think that the shirt she wore last night belonged to a boyfriend, just a best friend; she wasn't a too-timer or a cheater. A small sigh left her, but it was unrealistic for her to want anything with a superhero even though they had a little moment on her roof, a shrug lifted her shoulders; she couldn't linger on it. 

Skipping out of the house, she grabbed her small purse and walked to Peter's house, he didn't live far and cutting through the alleys made it easier to to get to his house. Knocking politely on the door, she greeted by Aunt May who questioned why she was here. "Peter told me this morning he was repainting the room so I offered to come help. No homework so there's nothing else to do." A laugh left her as Aunt May let her in and she left her purse and shoes next to the door and skipped upstairs in her bare feet to the old office. "Peter?" She called out giving the room's door a light knock, not knowing if he was near the door, she didn't want to open it and knock him over. "Can I come in? Do you have a brush for me?"