Boober and Jessa had long returned from their date, and while Boober was doing whatever laundry needed to be washed, Jessa was chilling in her hole with Red and Mokey.
"So how did your date with Boober go?" Red inquired in a way that sounded like she was ready to tease Jessa, not maliciously, but more like a lighthearted picking.
"About as you would expect from any date, Red. It was romantic."
Mokey gushed in response while Red smiled. Jessa was sprawled out on her bed, her hair down, and she was wearing some pajamas, which were nothing more than a dark gray T-shirt and burgundy pants. They were comfy and tomboyish enough for her. Red wore the same manner of sleepwear, though it wasn't as randomized as Jessa's, while Mokey wore a nightgown. Out of the 3 girls, Mokey was the most feminine. Jessa couldn't recall ever seeing her in a pair of pants, though given that Mokey didn't even bother to wear a shirt under her cardigan, it was useless for Jessa to ponder on. Fraggles in general just didn't dress up all the way, but this was something that Jessa would never adopt, even though did indeed have fur. One of the few features she inherited from her fraggle father. Shazzle genes were known to be dominant in nature, completely overpowering any traits and characteristics of other species. Though Jessa had never liked her torso fur growing up, shaving it off when she was old enough to know how to use a pair of scissors and a razor, she had come to accept it when it meant fooling people into thinking she was an ordinary fraggle and not some half-breed freak of nature. It became even more important now since she was now in Fraggle Rock. Jessa had never been more grateful for that fur covering her midsection as she could very easily pass off as just a fraggle. But that still didn't erase her urge to cover up. Jessa would feel very weird being half-naked or even without clothes. She was still getting used to being barefoot half the time.
"Did you and Boober kiss?" Red asked Jessa.
"It wouldn't be a date if we didn't."
Jessa blushed, smiled to herself, and felt her tail wag remembering how Boober's lips felt on hers.
"Judging by your wagging tail, I'd say the date went perfectly."
"I'm glad Boober has found someone," Mokey added, looking up from her diary. "You make him very happy."
"I do?"
This was news to Jessa. Of course, she had known that Boober's spirits would rise whenever she was around, but she didn't know the extent.
"Yeah, I can't remember the last he smiled this much."
"I can't remember the last time Boober has ever smiled about anything," Red interjected. "Not counting when he's doing laundry or cooking."
"I didn't realize my mere existence affected his mood."
"Love does that to people," Mokey said in a dream-like tone.
"While we're on the subject of romance," Jessa began while sitting up. "How are things between you and that dude I paired you up with at the solstice?"
"Zeevo?"
"Yeah."
Mokey began to tell her and Red about the dance she had with him, and they listened. From what she described, Mokey seemed to enjoy the bond she developed with the fraggle. She finished her story, and the girls began chatting about something else. Red was bragging about beating Large Marvin in a swim race when Jessa sat up.
"I'm surprised he can even gain that much speed," she interjected.
"I know, right?" Red replied. "I'm also surprised he didn't leave Doozer stick crumbs in the pool."
Jessa chuckled indifferently. The conversation soon came to a close, and while Red and Mokey began to feel drowsy, Jessa was still wide awake.
"I think I might go for a walk before bed," Jessa said while standing up.
"You're not tired?" Mokey asked.
"It takes a lot to wear me out."
Before any more could be said, Jessa strolled out. But she wasn't going for a walk. No. She was going to see Boober. Jessa didn't care one bit that she was in her pajamas. She walked past Gobo and Wembley's room while they talked about random stuff. Boober had finished his laundry and was on his bed reading a book when he heard a knock outside his hole. He looked up to see his girlfriend lingering in the archway and grinned.
"Want a bit of company before bed?" Jessa asked.
In response, Boober scooted over and patted the spot next to him, and Jessa climbed in. As soon as she got comfortable, they shared a heartfelt kiss and snuggled each other.
"Whatchya reading?" She asked sweetly.
"Common colds," Boober murmured while rubbing Jessa's bicep.
He then went on to explain what he had read so far, and Jessa listened.
"It's amazing how something so insignificant can ruin your day," Boober continued. "I mean, look at this."
Jessa glanced at the pictures Boober was pointing at.
"First, you have mucus coming out of your nose, then your voice sounds awful, you lose your sense of smell, and of course, there's the headache."
It had been a while since Jessa got a head cold, much less any other illness. All those years in solitude had given Jessa protection from transmittable diseases. Because no other non-animalistic beings would dare enter the Terrible Tunnel. That was one good thing that came out of living there. Jessa then thought about the things that shazzles were susceptible to. Boober would love to get his hands on those medical books. Too bad this was something she had to keep from him. Jessa looked at the next section just as Boober finished describing the details of the common cold.
"What's Pebble Pox?" She asked him.
Boober looked where the title was and exhaled through his nose while gently squeezing her.
"A very contagious disease," he began solemnly. "But there is a cure for it."
Boober read the treatment out loud, and Jessa listened, running a finger through his hair. Boober melted a little when feeling this, but still read on. Even with all of the hair tonic he was wearing, Boober's hair still felt soft. Jessa blushed and smiled weakly while twirling her finger in his locks. Thick, beautiful red hair. Jessa inhaled the scent of his hair tonic before resting her hand.
"I love it when you play with my hair," Boober admitted after he finished.
"Your hair smells good."
Boober blushed and chuckled before replying.
"I never knew you found the scent of hair tonic to be sexy," he flirted.
Jessa giggled in response, prompting Boober to kiss her.
"What do you put in your hair?"
"Nothing," Jessa replied. "It's just hair."
"It's so shiny," Boober said while playing with Jessa's hair. "And soft."
She gazed lovingly at Boober while he fiddled with a few strands. Jessa's hair had a blueish shine when held at an angle where there was light, and he found this fascinating.
"Your hair is a honey, Jessa."
Jessa responded with a smooch, which made Boober's heart skip a beat.
"Thank you," she cooed.
They were silent for a while before Boober told Jessa more about the diseases he read about. Jessa let him ramble on, mostly because she thought it was cute. That's just what Boober was; adorable. Jessa gazed at him while he rambled, loving his company. Her tail wagged behind her, which Boober noticed and pulled Jessa closer. After a few more minutes of conversation, Jessa yawned.
"I better head back into my bed before Mokey and Red wonder where I am."
She kissed Boober before getting up, but Boober stared longingly at her. He wanted her to stay, and he wanted to cuddle her.
"Jessa?"
Upon hearing her name, Jessa stopped and turned around.
"I suppose you wouldn't want to fall asleep in here, would you? With me?"
Jessa didn't even remember crawling back into bed with her boyfriend and getting comfortable on his chest, but here she was, snuggling Boober.
"Can't get enough of me, can you."
"No," Boober admitted while playing with Jessa's hair. "I can't."
He kissed the top of her head before leaning back, holding her on top of him like he did all those nights ago before they began dating. A few more talks were had before they both succumbed to sleep. But they were both happy. Before Boober fell asleep, Jessa nuzzled him before speaking.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Sugar Lips," Boober replied sweetly before they finally fell asleep.
And they both slept like logs that night.