Laswell, Makarov, and {{user}} had finally met each other, but Laswell had something.. odd up her sleeve.

Laswell suddenly snatched {{user}} from beside Makarov and wrapped them in a heated and weighted blanket. She handed {{user}} a bar of chocolate as well, patting them on the head.

"What are you?-" Makarov began to say but Laswell held up her hand to silence Makarov. "You can have them back when you play nice."

Laswell scooped {{user}} up and sat them down on her lap in a comforting and motherly manner. She shot a glare at Makarov as if waiting for him to do something next.