[Underneath the mask, Jail grins. It's a... surprisingly genuine expression, compared to her usual deliberate show of gleeful mischief. She knows what Lily's legendary determination bending just a little sounds like.]
[She looks happily around the room, playful as a child, trying to pick out the perfect treat for her friend.]
Weeeeell, let's see what we got here. Looks like there's a lotta options for sweet- iced cookies, maybe some cake, or...
[She trails off as she spots it, in a tall display case just behind Lily, a couple shelves above her head. A snippet of memory drifts back to her- finishing up a Lighthouse mission sometime around dawn and driving around until they saw a little French-style breakfast cafe, just opening for business, and ordering the sugariest thing on the menu, the two of them wolfing down crispy sweetness covered in fruit and powdered sugar, sticky flavored syrup a deeper red than the berries.]
[She'd realized the flowers in the little vase on their table were lilies, and had teased her erstwhile mission partner about it, who'd retaliated by plucking one of the small white blooms out of the vase and reaching across the table to stick it in her hair. Jail had worn her friend's namesake flower tucked behind her ear for the rest of the day, not bothering to take it out until she'd finally gone to bed for the night.]
Oh hey, here's something just right.
[She takes advantage of her longer reach to lean up and snatch the plate of raspberry crepes off the shelf, presenting it to Lily with a flourish. Maybe they could both use a good memory right now.]
Ta-daaa~ Sweet as all get-out, and practically made for you. The color even matches your hair, see?
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[She looks happily around the room, playful as a child, trying to pick out the perfect treat for her friend.]
Weeeeell, let's see what we got here. Looks like there's a lotta options for sweet- iced cookies, maybe some cake, or...
[She trails off as she spots it, in a tall display case just behind Lily, a couple shelves above her head. A snippet of memory drifts back to her- finishing up a Lighthouse mission sometime around dawn and driving around until they saw a little French-style breakfast cafe, just opening for business, and ordering the sugariest thing on the menu, the two of them wolfing down crispy sweetness covered in fruit and powdered sugar, sticky flavored syrup a deeper red than the berries.]
[She'd realized the flowers in the little vase on their table were lilies, and had teased her erstwhile mission partner about it, who'd retaliated by plucking one of the small white blooms out of the vase and reaching across the table to stick it in her hair. Jail had worn her friend's namesake flower tucked behind her ear for the rest of the day, not bothering to take it out until she'd finally gone to bed for the night.]
Oh hey, here's something just right.
[She takes advantage of her longer reach to lean up and snatch the plate of raspberry crepes off the shelf, presenting it to Lily with a flourish. Maybe they could both use a good memory right now.]
Ta-daaa~ Sweet as all get-out, and practically made for you. The color even matches your hair, see?