'Maybe' is pretty much her least favorite word, because it circumvents her abilities so neatly. If she's stuck with the curse, she wants, at least, to be able to use it. (And that's usually how superheroes are born; fortunately, she's too much a misanthrope for that.) But it's the sort of sidestep that lets her figure things out for herself like a normal person, and she appreciates that. Her gaze lifts to meet his again, unchallenging and unafraid, before she shifts her attention to the bartender and signals for refills.

It's the laugh that makes her blush. She's not used to making people happy and it always surprises her. This is not a bad thing.

"My dad's a jerk," she admits with a sigh. "Mom did the best she could with a very difficult child." There's a lot more to that, but they just met. Ladies are supposed to maintain an air of mystery, or so she's been told. "Inviting me to come meet your folks already? You are friendly." There's a note of teasing in her voice, but it's the friendly sort. So far, she likes him, and she's seriously considering that offer.

No, omitting the weekend isn't a lie. Not one she can catch. Lies of omission fly right by her unless she can spot the hole in the story for herself. "Do you find it boring? Those sound like good jobs for a people-person like you."