>>6198955You wander down to the grink machine and sure enough it does root beer. Ice cold! Nice.
As you're making your way back up to the deck you see Jorn offer Richter a bite of a bagel that seems to have melted cheese and salami on it. Richter looks amazed.
You walk back on deck and throw the root beer to Everton. She bites the cap off and spits it out before happily guzzling the sugary substance. She belches through her teeth and gives you the thumbs up.
>>6198956>Check on Highball if she needs anything before we head out. Beautiful work she, Mike and Karl did.Highball is rocking on her heels as you approach. She beams and sticks out her chest proudly at your compliment.
<span class="mu-g">"It was beautiful chess, baby. Graceful. We didn't so much as leave a foot print in that place. You gotta believe most of them were still awake but no one knew we were there. Not the spiders, the moa - no body. We unloaded their guns, mogspitted their fire blankets. We rigged that cave so well that the pajaks basically ran straight into their camp, mad as hornets on a golf course."</span>
Highball smirks
<span class="mu-g">"In terms of what I need -"</span>
Highball runs a clawed finger gently down your stomach
<span class="mu-g">"- besides the obvious. I could really go a double dry Manhattan with extra cherries."</span>
She smooches you quickly.
<span class="mu-g">"Both will have to wait though. We got some proper collecting to do from the mother of all soup jobs first. Gotta make off before we make out."</span>
There is a low chuckle just outside your vision.
Highball checks her blades.
<span class="mu-g">"It's gonna be nice not having to worry about these wrong numbers for a bit. We can get back to making the real dough. Bounties, brewing or talking to that potion dude or whatever. Huge weight off our back."</span>
