Jules is used to a little judgment, being thought of as a bit odd - more often shallow, vapid and then shallow again for good measure, but still judgment. She just hums a little, and if there is any chance of her picking up on that judgement, slight as it was, she'll be ignoring it and smiling.

And, naturally, sighing sympathetically, but not in an especially sad or depressed fashion. More wistful, really, like she's hoping for the day when there will be more books. “Mm. I just think of them as silly fun, myself.” Her smile suggests she really does find something funny, but she won't be specific as to the reality of it. “I actually used to do book reviews before I got into writing. A lot of romance novels. After a while you really start running out of things to say, and need to make extremely imaginative use of a thesaurus to try and get around writing the same thing about eighty different ways.”

A relaxed little shrug. “At the very least, it will make for a nice paperweight that's good for starting conversation.” With that, she leans over to Em and gently taps her nose. "I really will get to work on something more interesting."