Boober treated Jessa's bruise while she gazed at him, which he couldn't help but find cute.
"Either those gorgs hit you good or I gave you too much anesthesia," he said, noting Jessa's smile.
"It's not the anesthesia," she replied, leaning in closer as soon as Boober was done. "And I'm still in my right mind."
Boober grinned as Jessa kissed him and sat back so he could resume the treatment.
"Was the village as scary as I anticipated?"
"If you don't enjoy getting pelted by gorgs, I guess that counts as scary."
"Jessa, will this be the last time you go to the gorg village?"
"Depends on whether Gobo or Uncle Matt requests a flight there. Otherwise, yes."
Boober got Jessa an ice pack for her bruise and kissed her nose.
"At least it's my face and not my wings," she said softly while gazing at Boober.
Boober recalled Jessa telling him about the anatomy behind shazzle wings and winced. She would be in such bad shape if that pebble hit one of her wings.
"I wish I had the knowledge on how to treat a wounded wing," Boober said while holding her hands. "Because I want to make sure you're in optimal health."
Jessa's eyes sparkled in response, and Boober noticed it along with her blushing. Before he could say anything else, Jessa kissed him on the lips, which he happily reciprocated.
"The fact that you care so much is the sexiest thing about you," Jessa purred.
Boober hummed happily and hugged her.
"How's your scar, Sugar Lips?"
Jessa held out her arm to let him inspect it, which Boober did.
"It's healed up nicely," he observed before grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting the string out.
"I never did ask, how long have you been into medicine?"
Boober cut the string and threw it away before answering.
"Since I was a child."
He then began his backstory of when Boober first learned of a cure for strep throat. Jessa listened intently, blushing at him nerding out over medicinal plants and remedy teas. As soon as he finished, Boober placed his hand on her cheek where the bruise was and caressed it.
"Now you know why I'm scared of gorgs."
"You have every reason to be. I just had an advantage."
Boober glanced at Jessa's sword lying nearby, completely dormant now that she wasn't doing anything with it.
"You never told me that the Holy Shazzlin Sword can collaborate with your powers."
"That sword has such a long history with shazzles. But it wouldn't hurt for me to elaborate."
Jessa then explained said ability to Boober. Before he could reply, Matt stepped in to check on her.
"How's Jessa, Boober?" He asked, Gobo coming in behind him.
"The bruise isn't as severe as I thought," he answered, his arm around her.
"That's good news," Gobo answered on behalf of his uncle.
"I guess you won't be doing any stunts for a while."
Everyone turned to see Red entering the room.
"Relax girl," Jessa replied. "I just got bruised, not beaten into a pulp."
The girls chuckled in response, but Boober pulled Jessa closer to him.
"You can be so reckless, Jessa."
"I'm not doing any extreme stunts for the time being, Boober," Jessa whispered to him.
This relieved him somewhat, and Red didn't hear it as she was conversing with Gobo.
"The Storyteller is going to have her work cut out for her once I tell her about the gorg village."
"You mean you haven't told her yet?" Jessa asked.
"No, I feel that this is something all of Fraggle Rock should know."
"As long as we don't have to go there, I'm fine with that."
"Don't worry, Boober. This is not to convince anyone to go. That is merely a personal choice."
"It must be a big deal if you want to call an assembly over it," Jessa couldn't help but state.
"It's a big deal for fraggles with a knack for adventure, niece Jessa."
Uncle Matt began to walk out shortly, but he stopped in his tracks and turned to his niece.
"I need you present at the meeting I'm about to call."
He then left, and Boober and Jessa stared at each other, confused. Red and Gobo had left long before Matt did, so it was just the two of them again.
"Since you hate meetings, Boober, I won't badger you to come."
"Thank you, Sugar," he replied with a kiss on her forehead.
"How's your bruise, Jessa?" Mokey asked.
Wembley had followed her in here for the same reason.
"As Boober said, the severity is low."
The two looked at Boober, who nodded in response.
"Well, I'm glad you're not hurt too bad," Mokey said with relief.
"Me too," Wembley agreed, his agreeable nature kicking in.
Jessa smiled at them, grateful for everyone's concern.
"And Jessa has a meeting later," Boober said on her behalf while resting his head on her shoulder.
While Jessa told them what the meeting was about, Boober stared at the hickey on her neck. He hadn't meant to be so rough with her last night. Well, technically it was Sidebottom who did it, but Jessa enjoyed every second of the intimacy. She assured Boober that he wasn't in trouble and that she liked it. Jessa said something, to which Mokey and Wembley replied and walked off. Boober zoned out while looking at Jessa's hickey, but her kiss on his forehead brought him back to reality.
"I'm going to rest for a bit. Catch ya later, koibito."
"Koibito?"
"It means sweetheart in Japanese."
Boober watched her walk out with her ice pack and grinned, his tail wagging. Oh, how he loved her!
While Jessa was napping in the girls' bedroom, Boober instructed a few other fraggles on laundry techniques, teaching them what detergent to use and how long to let clean clothes dry. After they got the hang of it, Boober chatted with Tosh for a bit.
"I heard you got a girlfriend, Boober," she said while scrubbing what looked like Large Marvin's vest on the washboard. "What's her name?"
"Jessa."
"How long have you two been together?"
"Since the summer solstice."
"Wow, that long?"
Boober nodded, blushing and grinning at the memory of their first kiss.
"She's amazing, Tosh."
Tosh smiled, listening to him talk about his girlfriend and how she made him feel.
"How are things between you and Lou?" Boober asked after he was done.
"We celebrated our 1-year anniversary yesterday."
Boober smiled, happy for his friend. Tosh then stopped scrubbing to ask another question.
"Isn't Jessa the shazzle hybrid I heard about?"
Boober nodded.
"What made her want to come here?"
"It's not my story to tell, Tosh. And Jessa's very private about it."
Tosh nodded then resumed her scrubbing.
"Maybe she'll tell everyone when she's ready. It's rare for a shazzle to be associated with fraggles."
Boober knew this was unlikely. Jessa had her reasons for not sharing her life story with the rest of Fraggle Rock, and Boober wasn't about to disrespect her boundaries.
"Yeah, perhaps," he lied.
"Where is Jessa now?"
"She's taking a nap. Matt had her fly him somewhere to explore."
"I didn't know Gobo's uncle was back."
"Yeah, he got homesick and wanted to come back."
Boober wasn't sure if it was the right time or place to mention that Jessa was Matt's niece, so he kept that information to himself. In the middle of their conversation, Tosh's attention was on something (or someone) behind Boober.
"Tosh, what's wrong?"
Boober turned to see Jessa approach him and beamed.
"Koibito!"
Jessa blushed as Boober kissed her.
"Looks like I rubbed off on you," she said sweetly.
Boober sighed lovingly and buried his face into her, which Jessa loved. Tosh stared at the violet-skinned raven-haired fraggle and blushed. Though intimidating at first glance, she was gorgeous.
"Did you enjoy your nap?" Boober asked her.
Jessa nodded.
"The meeting is about to start, but I wanted to see you beforehand."
"I'm glad you stopped by, Sugar Lips," he flirted before kissing her hand.
Jessa's tail wagged in response and she said something very sweet to him, making him melt.
"I'll let you know how the meeting goes, Boober."
Jessa bid him a see-you-later and left, leaving Boober to sigh happily to himself.
"She's beautiful," Tosh said once Boober regained his composure.
"Very beautiful," Boober agreed.
Tosh congratulated him, which Boober greatly appreciated, and before long, they began discussing other stuff.