Despite the chaotic state of the Undercity, Jinx found herself spending more time holed up in her hideout and taking care of Isha than out causing mayhem, nervously snacking between explosions and wild ideas. What started as sharing a few sweets during brainstorming sessions quickly spiraled into constant munching, chips, candies, anything crunchy or sugary she could get her hands on. Despite being a child, Isha didn’t mind, if anything encouraged the downtime, happy to see Jinx relax for once. But as the weeks passed, the effects became obvious, her once wiry frame grew noticeably rounder, her movements less sharp, her clothes tighter. It all came to a head when she bent down to grab a tool and her pants split with a loud rip, making Isha snort with laughter. Jinx looked down at the tear and muttered, “Jeez… I’m definitely gonna need some bigger pants after today.”