She tries so hard, so very hard to keep a straight face. But it doesn't last, bursting into a fit of laughter as she tries to imagine any Pandoran being half as well dressed as Jacob Frye was when he got up from bed of a morning, let alone the rest of the day.
"Uhm, no, nothing at all like you. The Hammerlocks might come close but..." she finally swallows the giggles.
"Come on, you pick for me, I'll pick for you. Then we can surprise each other at the end, okay?"
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"Uhm, no, nothing at all like you. The Hammerlocks might come close but..." she finally swallows the giggles.
"Come on, you pick for me, I'll pick for you. Then we can surprise each other at the end, okay?"