<div align="center">“The thought occurs to me Peter, if Olivia and I do join this crustacean club of yours, would it be appropriate for us to attend the initiation wearing matching burqas? Would they have heart attacks when we stripped them off to reveal what we really look like once they've admitted us? I do so enjoy a good EMT scene!”</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Oh my god-! You would totally rock a burka."</span></div><br/><div align="center">(https://i.gifer.com/YJvQ.gif)</div><br/><div align="center">Olivia threw her head back with a cackle. The thought was amusing to be sure. But with it came another excuse. An excuse to take in her appearance. To really just dine... not so much on the table... but on the visual of the beautiful blonde.</div><br/><div align="center"><em>She couldn't help but extend her hand, almost thoughtlessly and place it delicately on Jaclyn's shoulder, a friendly inward lean with her voice still carrying over from the laugh she'd shared.</em></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"I would have you out of the burqa so fast... I'd spare them all the headache. My God... you're funny..."</span></div><br/>For the time being, Olivia genuinely found herself lost in the moment. It might not have been all that funny to Jaclyn, but Olivia's mind put together an overly comical imagery, and her laughter was a response to that. The seed set by Jaclyn's words brought a genuinely warm laugh from Olivia, and the villainess had to admit... she loved a woman who could make her laugh. The truth was that in this moment... she was probably saying more than she should. Yes... on the face, she could defend it, she could protect her position, play the insurance game of joking. The idea of getting Jaclyn out of her burqa that no one else would have to worry about it could be any number of things. Olivia's aversion to the style... Olivia's consideration for the guys who'd see it, or really, just that insatiable fun she'd have of stripping Jaclyn out of... well...<br/><br/><em>... anything.</em><br/><br/>Olivia's cackle settled into a sigh, an extended inhale and a partial yawn, one she apologized for with a small shake of her head mid-way through it, her fist gingerly lifted in front of her lips with a little effort to avoid her face going all... scrunchy.<br/><br/>Olivia found herself settling, allowing Peter and Jaclyn to have their goodbye without her saying much else. She truly did feel that the history they had here made them very good friends. instead... she sat in her chair As Peter left, joining yet another friend. She shook her head slowly, addressing Jaclyn once more, now with just the two of them at the table.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"He seems like a mighty fine man, that Peter. I've seen people who like to talk in my lifetime... but I have to say... this one... he has a certain... je-ne-sais-quoi."</span>She kept her eyes on the benefactor until he was out of sight, and left Jaclyn in her entirety to be the most appetizing thing at the table right now. To think, Olivia wasn't hungry a few minutes ago.