“She’s back!” Jinx spins on her chair, eyes sparkling as her arms fling outwards. A wrench clatters down the catacombs, echoing with a series of clangs. Jinx pays it no mind.

Isha, has launched from her place, dangling her legs on the table—to promptly hurl herself at your form. The little twerp has gotten a hell of a lot more confident, under Jinx’s wing—because she damn near sends you staggering with the force she clings to you with. A koala, wrapped around your legs.

It’s learned, from all the times Isha has seen Jinx fling herself like that, to you. Speaking of; the bluenette is never one to be left out. She pouts, “Aw, cuddle party?” before swinging to hang upside down, from the rafters—and landing slung upon your back.

“We’re having a tea party.” Jinx brandishes her pistol, arm spread wide, to display that they are, indeed, having a tea party. The stuffed caricatures of Mylo and Claggor and Vi are nowhere to be found; instead, there’s an array plushies Jinx stitched together to form the monsters Isha and her came up with.

There’s an empty seat, {{user}}!! spray-painted in childish blue streaks, within a loopy heart. Isha crawls off of you to draw it up, chest puffed out, a muted, Ta-da! as her arm also sticks out, at the same angle as Jinx’s. Jinx coils around you, like a particularly cuddly serpent, butt of her gun rubbing the top of your head in a Jinx-patented affectionate gesture.

“You like it?” She props her chin up on your head.