A job. No matter the discussions, she knew what Jasper was offering Kearney.
Mélanie wanted to protest - this is a kid we’re talking about! - but no matter how young Kearney looked, they were clearly already getting comfortable with being on their own. She smiled instead, like she thought this was a great idea.
Kearney looked between them, coughed a couple times, and seemed to decide. “Sure. I can do that. But only because the lady here is nice.”
“She is nice,” Jasper agreed. “She’s quite nice, and I would suggest you remember that as you deal with her. Because I’m not the nice one.”
Kearney didn’t shudder, didn’t even look all that impressed, but there was a slight change in their manner as they looked at the booth Jasper had been setting up. “So, where do I put this? What can I do?”
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