"Me? As what, Queen of the Hicks?" Gwen laughs easily at the jibe she made against herself, unbothered at her rep. "I'm not prom queen material, and that's fine. Webster would enjoy the hell out of it if it happened, but he's not that invested, either. I think we entertained it for about two whole seconds. Before we saw the posters. I couldn't have my face splashed all over the place, thanks." She is quite content to sit here with him, just chatting. It's so easy to hang out with someone she trusts as much as she does Uly. Seeing him root around in his bag, she reaches into her own and holds out two honey sticks. "Want one? Strawberry flavored, got them the other day. Anyway," she continues, blithely, "Why wouldn't I talk you up? You're a blast. You always make me laugh." Ironically, that was somewhat true outside of today's events, although she'd never had reason to look at that before.