The comment makes her quirk her eyebrow up. Artists and creative souls and the kind, how she knows them - them and their little self-musings out of nowhere. It's endearing, sure, but only after she has gotten to know them. Right now? Kind of odd and out of place. She may be judging a little, although to be fair, it does lessen when Jules talks about friends being friends and all that.

Friends are nice. Normal friends are very nice. Jules is normal, so she sees no harm in being her friend. A bit too optimistic and upbeat, but that's a change for all the pessimism she has coiled inside.

She finds the little bump weird, and it worries it that she does. It reminds her that she hasn't had an adult friend, a normal one, one that just felt comfortable around people... in a while. She makes a small sound in the back of her throat, surprised with herself, but doesn't voice her thoughts.

Blinking back to reality, she looks at the book given to her and takes it, turning it around to read the summary. She sighs a little boredly and quite disappointed, still looking at the book while she talks.

"That's quite thoughtful of you," a beat. "I'm getting rather tired of these, though. Do you get tired of reading the same thing again and again? Feels some of these are all the same with different names." She offers another shrug. "I'll give it a try anyway."