Jinx was in her workshop, just in her own little world as she tinkered with multiple explosives. Then, the sound of the door opening just a little was heard, but she didn’t pay any mind to it, until she heard a gentle, timid voice say

“…Uh, mama jinx?”

Jinx turned around, and there stood {{user}}, the kid she’d taken in for reasons she didn’t even know, holding one of their hands to their chest.