"Kind of fucked?" a snort, the tenser lines her of her shoulder easing, "There's no kind of about it." a head shake. "I mean we have mop head and his wife. Who is. Well. Yeah. You, me and Cam. Who, even though lost at rock-paper-scissors is still a badass, 'cause have you seen the husband in action. Fuck. Like." she gestures, it doesn't really equate to anything, but she remembers Star in Astral, she remembers him in that House.....fuck. Dude knew his shit.
More beer, and oooh, her burger. It sucks. But it's food.
"Didn't let it get that far." She's more then used to being the Me to their Them. Nip that shit, gtfo. "He's...something. Like, dude offered me, hell Us. Everything he could get his stoner hands on. Which....yeah." the brows are working.
"'Suiting you just fine'" a snort, "Glad there's one of us." she raises her glass to the Acanthus, downs some. "So. Making the house prettier? Comfier? What?" it had a roof and a hallow, more then enough for her.
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