"Can't say that I did."

Jo hovers back, letting the woman check out the dress herself.

Nadine's fascination with it is obvious, and Jo's looks at it, trying to see anything other than 'everything her mother would hope she'd like, as a good little normal girl,' but she's not getting far on that bet. But, again. Not about her. She's not the one wearing it. She doesn't have to worry about having or matching a date.

Instead, jo crosses her arms, low across her stomach, with a relaxed expression.

"I guess it would be easier to miss some normal duck, rather than a swan."