"Oh ho ho ho," she waves her left hand in apology, "Sorry, sorry. Taco makes me think of a restaurant that had parrots. Little guys were constantly chanting taco." Puns, guns, and cute things with a dash of coffee. A horrible way to summarize the gunbunny Smurfette, yet one she'd not deny. And Circe was certain that there were even more things that were eaten competitively. "Feel sorry for the toilets after a taco eating contest. I'm just going for higher end to entice Kray's gluttony. Though maybe sprinkling plenty of bacon on everything would do that too. Dude DID take a dozen full pizzas and none went to the trash." Circe considers for a moment then gives Jack a further explanation. "I tried to organize I Freehold social party when I had the crown and he was the only one to show up. He earned those pizzas."
"Eccellente," Circe cheers in approval. "Let me know beforehand if there is a particular cut for pocketing of holsters you want hidden. We'll schedule. Can even fit some body armor under them with the right cut."
Circe's ears bounce in amusement as Jack takes the bait. "Weapon. What is your preference? Fisticuffs, stabber, smasher, tosser, blaster, or my personal favorite of dakka? I'd like to know what I am working with and if I can provide any hand me downs." It'd be nice to have a fellow gunslinger in the Freehold, finally. Though she wasn't putting money on it.


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