I had never heard of a pool noodle until today. Google was my friend, but can I have that brain cell back please? Pool noodle? WTF?
Anyway, Faye's wit may not be a rapier, but it's certainly not a pool-noodle. More like a crowbar or pickaxe-handle, I'd say. I love Angus' expression in the third panel.
Brain cell: if you've only had one brain cell tied up by sill facts gleaned from the internet, feel fortunate. I had far too many brain cells devoted to useless information
before the interwebs cobbed things up worse—now I barely know anything useful at all. Take pool-noodle—I knew these flotation objects by term
water log, not to be confused with
pool log, which is something people with pools use to torture their children. "I don't care if your friends are coming over—see here? That means it's time to add (insert name of chemical which will render said pool life-threatening for the next few hours)."
Faye's got more of a broadsword wit—sharp enough for the thrust, but sooner or later she winds up bashing people with the pommel.
Character development must be hell on the characters!
Why should they be different?