#msrr

Slow chuckles following slow hands moving in once again …

Mint was listening to Sim Beyonce and did not notice the maniacal speech of his criminal wife. Upon realizing that she was speaking to him, Mint simply bit his lip and nodded along, wondering what he was agreeing to. It was probably unimportant. Probably. He would pretend to have forgotten later.

Meanwhile, Cookie Dough served as muscle for a local crime ring.

Mint managed to get a job working as an intern for SIMNASA!

After a first day of skilling and haphazard street fights, Mint and Cookie Dough settled down into their cheap bed for another night together. Newcrest was beginning to feel like home.

Cookie Dough: HAH! Juice to the face! ???: ...Uhh... Cookie Dough: ...Huh. It froze. Cookie Dough: HAH! Empty cup to the face!

Cookie Dough: OMB, Mint, I love your cooking! Mint: It’s not all that good, but thank you. Cookie Dough: Well, maybe I’m biased, but I think your food’s always delicious, Minty.

Mint studied chess while Cookie Dough prepared for her next sidewalk-battle.