After hanging out with the other Fraggles, Jessa went to the Fraggle Pond to skip a few stones. She went to a more secluded area so nobody could see her use her telekinesis to do so, but eventually stopped so nobody else could suspect anything. She did this for quite some time until Boober showed up. At first, he remained at a distance, gulping and fearing he would say something stupid to Jessa. Still, he approached her.
"Hey," he greeted her.
"Hey Boober, what's up?" Jessa replied before skipping another pebble across the water.
Boober walked closer to her and sat down next to Jessa.
"I had to let your outfit soak for a bit," he said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Jeez, was it that bad?"
"Yeah."
Jessa couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm in no rush."
"Good, because it's going to be a while before you can get them back."
Jessa then threw another rock across the water as Boober watched it hop 3 times. He then blushed and tapped his index finger together.
"Listen, Jessa," he began. "what you did out there in outer space. It was… very brave. I never would've been able to do what you did."
Jessa looked at him in surprise before smiling and skipping another stone before speaking again.
"I'll admit that it was a whole new territory compared to the Terrible Tunnel."
"How so?"
"For one, the atmosphere is different. And two, I have never seen anything like that beast a day in my life. Somebody would have to have massive balls to go out there."
Boober looked away before picking up a rock and trying to skip it, but it only sank.
"How do other Fraggles do this anyway?" He asked.
"Like this," Jessa answered as Boober looked at her.
She then stood up and threw another pebble as it skipped 5 times across the water. Seeing her do this made Boober blush. She must have been doing this for years if she was this good. He couldn't help but glance down at her exposed naval, which by Fraggle standards wouldn't be a big deal since they all had fuzzy torsos. But something about the way Jessa dressed and presented herself drove Boober wild. He felt his tail begin to wag, but tried to calm himself down before she could notice.
"Stop it, Boober. She's going to think you're weird!" He panicked in his head.
Finally, his tail went limp and rested as she sat down beside him.
"I owe Gobo an apology for being a skeptic," Jessa said to Boober.
"For what it's worth Jessa, he's already forgiven you."
"Really? How do you know?"
"We've known each other for years, and Gobo's never been the type to hold a grudge."
Jessa smiled at Boober in response before gazing upward. Boober briefly turned away to hide his blushing face. At least he could finally talk to Jessa without stuttering and freezing up like a total goof. He then found himself scooting closer to her, which went completely unnoticed by Jessa. She was in deep thought for a minute before speaking again.
"What's the gorg's garden like?" She asked him.
"Scary. At least when the gorgs come out."
Boober then remembered that he had cooked the last radish the night before and face-palmed himself.
"Oh no!"
"What's wrong?"
"We're out of radishes. That means I have to go out where the gorgs are and get some."
Boober then shuddered at the memory of Junior Gorg trying to thump him with his club. Jessa thought for a minute before replying.
"How bad do you need them?"
After having one-on-one time with Boober, Jessa joined Mokey and Wembley on a trip to the gorg's garden. Jessa didn't say much as they chatted, though she was curious to see what a gorg looked like. Having lived very far away from their garden and the fraggles, she never experienced one.
"Have you noticed how funny Boober acts when he's around Jessa?" Wembley asked Mokey quietly so the latter wouldn't hear.
Mokey knew of course, but she had made a promise to Boober that nobody else would know of his crush on Jessa. Instead, she hummed in response. Wembley continued while Jessa was deep in thought, not paying any mind to their conversation. Instead, she thought about her and Boober's earlier exchange.
FLASHBACK:
"Jessa, you get to have the first taste of my souffle," Boober said while holding her hands.
"Really?"
"Trust me, you'll love it."
"Well then, I'd be honored, Boober."
Hearing her say that made Boober blush, grin like a dork, and his tail wag profusely.
FLASHBACK OVER:
Remembering that look on his face, Jessa smiled in endearment. What she didn't know yet, however, was that Boober took serious pride in his cooking. By the time she snapped back into reality, she, Wembley, and Mokey were at the end of the cave entrance that led to the gorg's garden.
"Well, here it is, Jessa," Mokey said to her. "The gorg's garden."
Jessa peeked out to get a better look at the atmosphere before her. The first thing she saw was a vegetable garden filled with radishes, turnips, potatoes, and all kinds of produce. On the other side was a Nirvana tree full of leaves and in between it and the garden was a pile of trash (the Trash Heap) with two rat-like creatures on top of it. On the other side was the gorg's castle, which appeared to be vacant.
"Two words: very serene," Jessa said while observing the place. "Let's go."
"No wait-" Wembley began, but before he could finish his sentence, Jessa exited the rock and was out in the grass.
She started her way to the garden before Mokey and Wembley followed her, both more cautiously than her.
"It's a wonder the gorgs don't catch us," Wembley whispered nervously.
"Maybe they're busy," Mokey said, trying to be optimistic about the whole thing.
"I know Boober mentioned them being scary," Jessa said to both of them. "If they don't come out, then we're in the clear."
"And if they do?" Mokey inquired.
"Then I'll fight to the death with them."
"Jessa, there's 3 of them," Wembley pointed out. "And they're huge!"
"Magic sword, remember?" Jessa responded to him. "And besides, I was able to get away from the Fearsome Beast in outer space. That being said, I doubt 3 big gorgs are going to be an issue."
By this point, all 3 of the Fraggles reached the radishes without any interference from the gorgs.
"Made it," Wembley sighed in relief. "Now which radish do we pick?"
Mokey looked around, humming quizzically until she saw a decent-looking radish big enough to feed all the Fraggles for a month.
"This one looks good," she suggested.
Jessa kept a lookout for the gorgs in case they appeared. So far so good, at least for right now. She then went to give Mokey and Wembley a hand with the radish.
"That's a hefty one you chose there, Mokey," Jessa said, impressed.
"Care to help us out?" She asked, struggling to pick it up.
Jessa placed her hands on the radish and lifted it off the ground with ease, surprising both Mokey and Wembley.
"How did you do that?" He asked in amazement.
"I work out a lot," she answered.
It was more than just her physic alone though. Jessa had a great amount of strength in her from another source. But she wasn't going to let that information slip out any time soon.
"Let's get this back before any gorgs show up," Jessa suggested as they agreed and hauled the radish.
"Funny," Mokey began. "I wonder why the gorgs haven't come out to thump us yet."
"They thump you over needing nourishment?" Jessa asked in confusion.
"Mainly the brown gorg," Wembley answered. "The pink and blue ones aren't as bothersome."
"Either way, we got our radish and we haven't got thumped yet," Jessa said in triumph.
A second later, a huge foot blocked their path, putting a stop to their radish hauling.
"Going somewhere, Fwaggles?" Junior Gorg asked them in a mocking tone.