( he’s snuck back into the party )

slips jerry a galleon

hiiii

what does?

. . . robin i have no idea what you're talking about.

anyway. vi made me take a sober-up potion so i'd like a drink, please.

honestly. what a prick.

throws a random cat on his lap. " here, i found this. "

||: brb cryin

he glanced at the cat again, as if double-checking, before looking back up at garet. " yes. for you. "

he hesitated, as if debating whether he really wanted to answer or not. “ no offense, but you look upset, like, all the time. or stressed. or constipated? anyway. i think a cat would help.” the cat decides to settle itself in between them instead.

is this hell

when will this end

what do you mean

my dad making unfunny jokes with robin.

i strongly disagree.