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[meet_the_thorn]

Jenny. Sitting crosslegged in a chair, sipping cocoa (she's making it last!). She's got a mug and a spoon sitting in front of the chair across from her, just waiting for someone to use them.

The cocoa's in her bag, though. She doesn't trust everyone here that much.

[OOC: Feel free to tag this for the next several days; also, I know I dropped some

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[vamp_therapist]

"Hello there," Marisela says, with a kind smile. "I haven't had cocoa in ages. Have you ever tried it with cinnamon?"

[meet_the_thorn]

Jenny eyes her a bit warily, not yet going for the cocoa packets in her bag.

"Cinnamon's a bit hard to come by, these days," she says.

[vamp_therapist]

"I know, more's the pity. Mind if I join you?"

She doesn't sit down though, not yet.

[meet_the_thorn]

"I guess," Jenny says.

It is grammatically and syntactically incorrect teenager for "please do!"

A long, long moment.

"Want some cocoa?"

[lesper]

Les pats the top of Jenny's head and sits down on the arm of her chair.

"What's up?"

[meet_the_thorn]

Jenny turns her head and squashes her nose into his ribs.

"Hey, Les," she says, muffled. "Cocoa?"

[lesper]

That makes Les squeak a little bit.

"Sure," he says.