[ Jacob knows its mint. He rememebers it from his grandmother's garden, growing like a weed and threatebing the other herbs, like some sort of bully taking up all avaliable space. He picks off a leaf from the sprig, chewing it while he watches Wen fuss.
He seems so grumpy. Is he upset he missed the fun? Did the girls get caught up in the fire?]
There was a murder. A few, I think. I wasn't in a fit state to tell who. Are your people okay? They got out?
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[ Jacob knows its mint. He rememebers it from his grandmother's garden, growing like a weed and threatebing the other herbs, like some sort of bully taking up all avaliable space. He picks off a leaf from the sprig, chewing it while he watches Wen fuss.
He seems so grumpy. Is he upset he missed the fun? Did the girls get caught up in the fire?]
There was a murder. A few, I think. I wasn't in a fit state to tell who. Are your people okay? They got out?