Feb 11
"how's the weather down there?" 🙂↕️
Cress puff her cheeks out in displeasure, furrowing her brow. “Good morning, Mr. Quill.” First Jacin won’t stop calling her shortcake, now this. If it weren’t so rude, she’d be telling him off for such a greeting.
Unfortunately, it would be rude, and Cress is deathly afraid of confrontation. So instead she pouts and changes the subject. “I have new data on the possibility of super-efficient weapons charging in combination with a ship’s engine, if you’d like to hear it.”
