<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Her gaze lingered on Goodman for a moment before she shifted forward on the sofa, placing her empty glass back down on the table. Her dainty fingers shifted gracefully, jingling musically when she slid the palm of her hands over knees briefly before standing. She tilted her head faintly just as another knock sounded on her door.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Excuse me for a second</span>."<br/>
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It seemed as if each new knock fatedly interrupted a decidedly interesting conversation. It had been a while since she had any kind of intellectual stimilus and it had been gnawing at the back of her brain. Baby talk with her Hell-hound had become tedious and she swore was killing her mind slowly. As Jen'jidai sauntered her way towards the entrance, she couldn't help but wonder where exactly King and Legba had gotten off to. It was only supposed to be a brief walk so the hound could piss outside and not on her tree. With her brow frowning slightly in contemplation, she gestured fluidly with her hand and the door swung open, revealing a woman standing there holding a brightly colored gift. <br/>
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Immediately, her expression shifted from one of concern to one of genuine welcome. The semi-hard lines on her face softened, giving Jen a more ethereal beauty. Her full lips parted invitingly as the smile reached her eyes. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Welcome, my dear. Come on in</span>." She stated cheerfully, taking a single step to the side and gesturing for the woman to enter. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Presents go under the tree. My bartender is currently occupied walking my...dog. So if you'd like a drink, I'd be glad to get one for you, just name your poison</span>." She tilted her head for a moment. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">You didn't happen to see a man with a fedora walking a very large dog by any chance</span>?"</span></span>