| Nellasaur | Making his choice in yea clear...  |
| Nellasaur | 
'Ain't sure what I think of your taste in fuel, little lady, but if it's what y' want...' |
| Nellasaur | 
Of course, no one can resist potato chips, not even giant robots what came from all that space. |
| Nellasaur | Jazz was quite interested in (eavesdropping on) our neighbors.   |
| Nellasaur | 
'Readin' anything good, little lady?' |
| Nellasaur | 'Oh, just something for...class...'  |
| Nellasaur | Jazz does some reading of his own...  |
| Nellasaur | 
...Until he catches sight of the bakery case. |
| Nellasaur | 
Two out of two dinner adventurers agree: this scone looks DELICIOUS. |
| Nellasaur | 
He comes for his piece, but it's MINE. |
| Nellasaur | 
'Aw, come on, little lady, that's *cold*.' |
| Nellasaur |  |
| Nellasaur | Aaaand finally, all cozy for the ride home.  |
| Nellasaur | 
Bedtime stories with the Jazz man~! |
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