First he's getting ganged up on, and now he's the only one doing any of the actual painting? Color him surprised.
From where he's crouched, sliding the roller through the paint spilled across the baking sheet, Joel gives them both a look: Ellie, briefly, for lollygagging around with her mug and brush, more interested in the conversation than getting started; Tess, the longer and more incredulous of his expressions, half-flabbergasted and half-insulted. And some third piece of the puzzle, like he suddenly does not know her at all.
"It was way better," he agrees with Ellie, getting up on knees that, okay, are ancient and make a little popping sound as he stands, but Joel ignores it, prepared to set his roller against the wall if no one else is. He says to Ellie, over his shoulder, "She's outta her mind." And then, for good measure, to Tess, "You're outta your mind."
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From where he's crouched, sliding the roller through the paint spilled across the baking sheet, Joel gives them both a look: Ellie, briefly, for lollygagging around with her mug and brush, more interested in the conversation than getting started; Tess, the longer and more incredulous of his expressions, half-flabbergasted and half-insulted. And some third piece of the puzzle, like he suddenly does not know her at all.
"It was way better," he agrees with Ellie, getting up on knees that, okay, are ancient and make a little popping sound as he stands, but Joel ignores it, prepared to set his roller against the wall if no one else is. He says to Ellie, over his shoulder, "She's outta her mind." And then, for good measure, to Tess, "You're outta your mind."