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For a moment, Jetha just stood there staring at her fellow partner in all things coded criminal and password-protected, like a scientist watches a mouse in a maze. She felt amused, concerned, curious and envious all at once—without any idea how much of that was showing on her countenance. Zeltronian liquor… Drink it on its own and have a field day. Mix it with some other juices and spend your next moments on a level not terribly dissimilar from a high off dontworry. Zeltronian liquor and Zeltronian fun dip aside, Jetha felt her lips gradually widen to part for a giggle following Herrith’s query.
“Whatever happened to buying me dinner first?” Jetha playfully nudged her with an elbow. “Watch and learn, sis.” With that, she paced over to one side of the crate as Rongo granted her some space to work. Fingertips drummed off the viewscreen made for text.
“What password do we want, I wonder…” She looked around for inspiration, her first option being a blue-skinned, bulging-eyed Rodian who could have only been looking her up and down. She grimaced. Then there was Teddy, sipping from her Mon Island as though he had prepared the drink himself. Though, I hadn’t either, to be fair. She started humming some tune that grew suspiciously similar to calypso. She sighed.
“Hey, Herrith, what’s your favorite music genre? Or music band? Either or.” Jetha watched and waited. Should be an easy enough question despite her lovely circumstances… Catching herself before being caught, she waved a hand as though dismissing a question that hadn’t been asked yet. “Don’t worry. I’ve enough money to buy this merchandise but not enough to buy the crates. They get returned to Rongo so his having our shared password is part of the package. Having our hands, not quite.”
“Even though they’re four of the prettiest hands I’ve ever seen…” Rongo moved as though to remind everyone that he did indeed exist, sipping from a drink. “Wouldn’t you agree, Teddy?” Teddy grunted and did little else. Jetha wasn’t sure what to make of that and just blinked the moment away.
“Herrith, dear?”