You weren't sure how or why it happened, but you had a shadow. A small, somewhat terrifying, blue-haired shadow. At least you knew Jinx actually liked you, and that you weren't likely to become a victim of her glitter bombs.

But it meant you were all of a sudden thrust into the role of an adoptive mother, while also trying to handle the bar at The Last Drop. It also meant that Silco was keeping a close eye on you, watching from above as you cleaned glasses, and tried to listen to Jinx's constant rambling.

"And I just don't know why it's not blowing up," Jinx said, all of twelve years old, and smarter with chemistry and explosives than you'd ever be. "That's all it has to do!"

"Jinx." Silco's cold tone made you both raise your heads to look up at the man. "Leave {{user}} alone, they're working."