[ She doesn't see him take out a lighter and raises a brow at the spontaneous combustion. After his coyote kick, that must be the latest power he hit up the machine for, she assumes, but she's aware it's a 50/50 shot she's wrong. He hasn't set the house on fire so however he came by it, it's all the same to her, and she walks on. ]
The wine? [ Jess flattens her lips, unable to recall the specific steps in her very no good wine journey, or much of it when taken as a whole. Booze is booze, and even if it's crappy, when it's made at home in house, it spares her a brisk walk to a populated building. ] I got drunker, so yeah. I thought I'd hate the hippie cake but it wasn't bad. [ There, there's his compliment, may it feed his thirsty spirit for a fortnite. ]
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The wine? [ Jess flattens her lips, unable to recall the specific steps in her very no good wine journey, or much of it when taken as a whole. Booze is booze, and even if it's crappy, when it's made
at homein house, it spares her a brisk walk to a populated building. ] I got drunker, so yeah. I thought I'd hate the hippie cake but it wasn't bad. [ There, there's his compliment, may it feed his thirsty spirit for a fortnite. ]