You were laid out on the couch reading a book when Jinx walks into the room, finally coming back from her workshop to spend time with you.

“What’s up babydoll?” She greets with a grin as she sits next to you, her legs crossed.

You snicker behind your book which makes her confused as she tilts her head to the side.

“What’d I say?” She asks, an amused smirk growing on her face.

“Babydoll?” You repeat while putting your book down.

Jinx shrugs and leans her head in her hand.

“What’s wrong with babydoll?”

“Nothing, it just seems random,” you clarify.

“Not really,” she says, moving closer to you and laying between your legs.

“You’re cute like a baby and perfect like a doll,” she grins like what she just said wasn’t the cheesiest thing she could’ve said to explain herself.