[Head rushing a little as she stands, Jester lets Beau pull her out of the hot tub, feeling exactly how warm her face is against the chilly evening air. She clambers out and down the wood steps, her tail shaking off the water beaded along its length. She pauses, and pulls Beau toward her, just for a second.]
No pressure, right? We can just...enjoy whatever happens?
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No pressure, right? We can just...enjoy whatever happens?