<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">When the woman stepped through the doorway, Jen closed it quietly behind her, stepping around Dawn rather gracefully, almost as if she was a dancer rehearsing a well choreographed step. She moved towards the kitchen to check on the lasagna still in the oven. Content it was finished, she removed it, placing it onto the counter. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">There's water, juice, soda and other non-alcoholic beverages in the fridge. Help yourself, Dawn. I am Jen'jidai, but if you have a hard time pronouncing it, you can just call me Jen</span>."<br/>
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She pointed with a hand covered in a purple pot-holder towards the living room. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">The man on the sofa nursing a whiskey with the bells in his beard is Goodman. King is the gentleman with the fedora walking Lega, my dog. They should hopefully return soon. Until then, make yourself at home</span>."<br/>
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Her gaze watched the other woman, a smirk tugging at a single corner of her mouth briefly. She did seem a bit out of her element here, but if there was one thing that J was good at, it was making people feel comfortable. She supposed it went with her Empathy. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">We are friendly, if a bit of an odd bunch</span>."</span></span>