This is one of those delightfully awkward situations that was bound to happen the instant Elise walked into the bookstore. Kent is lucky that he has a solid wall of literature to defend him from Elise's study hall romance inquiries. Would that we were all so fortunate.

Despite her humble beginnings and scarce presence in the comic thus far, Elise has started to grow on me as a character. I'm sure I'll be making far more use of her later on. She's one of those that I would like to see develop a little, if only because she's a few years of maturity and some grease smudges away from being something akin to Kaylee Frye.

You may have noticed that I did not append one of my customary hyperlinks to Kaylee's name. That is because you should already know who Kaylee Frye is. If you don't, you should be ashamed of yourself, and should hie posthaste to Google to rectify this unforgivable gap in your cultural experience. On top of that, if you're Catholic, you must go immediately to confession. Do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars. I don't even know if a thousand Hail Marys will save your lost and sinning soul from the sulfurous pits of Hell, but I'll hope for the best. For your sake, you see.

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but curved tails on speech bubbles are kind of a pain in the ass. I've only recently become comfortable with using them when absolutely necessary because I've figured out how to make them not look like complete shit. That's pretty much my approach to any contributions I make to Fancy That--I reach a point where the things I do don't look like ass, and then figure they'll get to the where they actually look good sometime down the line. That strategy has been working pretty well, I think.

Or maybe not. I never can tell. My massive ego/penis has a terrible tendency of blocking the way.