"Great. See you then. Bye, Jon."
And Cindy was gleeful in a way that would have given her mother the completely wrong idea.
Her parents wouldn't necessarily be happy to have clarification on that, either. She could hear Dad's voice countering 'The Kents are not the emperors of superheroics. You're not suddenly a proper young heroine because you got him to acknowledge you're in the biz and not messing it up too badly.'
But Cindy knew it wasn't that simple. Jon's opinion, like his dad's was one of those Officially Trustworthy things. He might be nice, but he wasn't going to get out of being honest. If he thought you weren't just fooling around, then that was a fairly believable statement. And that'd be ... nice. She had to admit; it'd be nice.
Cindy handled the stuff she had to that morning on campus, and then made it to Cafe Med at 12:22.
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