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Perhaps it was gratifying that she responded to the Mountain Dew with an immediate face of displeasure, as this probably indicated a willingness to show it if she didn't enjoy something, which she had not expressed for the seafood.
Despite being someone who made drinks at the world's most cursed 7-Eleven, she had certain lines she did not like crossing, and this was one of them.
"It's pretty great," she decided. "You could make a killing on farming those things and selling them earthside, if it weren't for, you know -" she made a vague gesture, encompassing all the reasons this was not a feasible business endeavor. "But I guess as a consolation prize, a food festival would be pretty amazing."
She paused. "Do you need any help? Planning or - supplies or - you know. Whatever."
This was, if only Halle knew it, a valiant offer of alliance coming from someone as indisposed to offer up service unpaid as Joy certainly was. Without that context, however, it probably seemed like a somewhat half-hearted offer. It was made, however.
"I really, really think if we're going to be doing this s**t we ought to be having fun with it," she reiterated, with a sudden burst of sincerity.
