[Poor, poor Thomas. He should've blended in better with the background, now the loon is taking an interest! When they get to the table, Jinx makes a show of setting all four drinks in front of the four of 'them', then plops down next to her mini-gun, draping her arm over it's 'shoulders' and stretching her feet out to rest on the seat next to Thomas.]
I made them myself! You can't trust just anyone these days, you know.
[She patted the mini-gun with three fingers, then took a swig of her drink. Oooh, chocolatey.]
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I made them myself! You can't trust just anyone these days, you know.
[She patted the mini-gun with three fingers, then took a swig of her drink. Oooh, chocolatey.]
Gotta make the best help on your own.