"Weeee're... not well acquainted." Though Jeff's quick to add, as if worried he might offend his Kentucky twin, "I swear, I'm not one of those 'oh I like everything except rap and country' assholes! I was just always more familiar with Beat Farmers than, like, Garth Brooks."

Yeah, even Jeff's taste in country music is just all California.

And it's probably pretty clear in the way Jeff squints a little and opens his mouth, about to comment on Raylan's excuse about swearing, that he doesn't totally buy the explanation-- if only because 'fuck' is a word on heavy rotation in his mouth, and she didn't seem bothered by it when they'd met. But he stops himself, letting it go for the time being.

"Oh, like a safe word!" Why is that the first comparison to come to mind? Jeff winces and adds, "A totally... nonsexual safe word... Like we're spies..."

He lets out a soft laugh at the remark on high schoolers, though he supposes it's a fair question. "I dunno, it's just..." He shrugs. "It can be a totally overwhelming age, you know? You're still a kid, but people expect you to make these biiiig decisions and totally plan out the rest of your life, and you don't even know what the fuck--" Jeff glances down at the produce, reaching for some strawberries as he considers what he's trying to get at. "I always hated school when I was a kid. Didn't get an appreciation for it I did the whole GED thing later. I guess that's why I like being there for them. The asshole kids."

It's sure as hell easier for him to reach them than a lot of his colleagues, who were way more... academically inclined than Jeff.