"I never really... thought about paperwork. I suppose it would affect you from getting a job, though, and I've always thought that maybe I should get one." The Gravewight bites on her lip for a moment as she glances over at Jezebel, clearly thoughtful. It's as if she believes a solution might come to her if she watches her for long enough - and maybe it works. The poor girl's got a terrible poker face, and when her face lights up like a sunbeam, it's hard not to come to the conclusion that she's thought of something. Whatever it is, though, she doesn't say. Yet. Better to figure it out entirely, first.
"I'm just worried people are going to hurt themselves drinking," observes Jessica, "and I hate the idea of anyone, well, looking at me. I know I could probably do well, but... it's just not my thing." She shrugged helplessly, glancing over at Ruphi. He got it, she reckoned - no matter how good you were at something, it didn't help if the thought of showcasing that talent terrified you. "Maybe I should get ready to help people at the Drinking Contest, if something happens."
That seemed like a great idea, actually.