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[cashlin]

[There are two failed attempts at posting this photo, both of which are still sent to everyone: the first is completely dark, and the second is half thumb and half dark red hair. The third's still got some thumb in it, but at least you can see what Lilith's trying to get a picture of. In the tiny crack of an open door is the inside of Lilith's apartment. It's not that trashed, which is great!

There's also a coeurl in there, square in the center of the shot.

Which. Isn't so great.]

coeurl in room

hlep ;hel p pls

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[cashlin]

The two guys in the mirror, right? [Maketh's not the only one keeping track of mirror people!

Lilith offers her own cringe in solidarity.] Yeesh. I doubt I would've been able to stand that kind of treatment very long. Once anybody started acting out in any of the longer-term jobs I was put on, well...

[well, it's probably easy to guess what'd happened.]

If things start to get dicey, let me know, though. I've got more than one gun, you know.

[mismanagement]

I can imagine. [Lilith is not a subtle person. Maketh appreciates that about her, though she doubts that anyone like Lilith would have lasted very long in the tightly controlled and regulated environment of an Imperial command.] And I appreciate the backup. I'm not helpless, but I know my limitations.

[cashlin]

Good. [She starts separating off a little wedge of pancake with the edge of her fork.]

Usually I'm all in on going past them, but in this case-- [Lilith pops the slice into her mouth, and continues.] --knowing your limits is a good thing.

[She pauses to chew, and then:] Dude. These are awesome.

[mismanagement]

Yes, well. I like to know my place in this. I can fight, but...well, not like you can.

[Maketh brightens. Someone likes her cooking!] They are? I'm glad. I haven't made them for a while.