"Both of 'em," Mary Grace says to Audrey, and she pushes past Trudy to grab the glasses off that smelly redhead's face. "Shit, didn't glow."
She shrugs and hops away, clambering up on the table. Plates crunch under her feet, she nudges beans (for breakfast, y'all?) with the toe of her cowboy boot, and jumps down next to Harry Potter himself. "Either y'all got a sharpie?"
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She shrugs and hops away, clambering up on the table. Plates crunch under her feet, she nudges beans (for breakfast, y'all?) with the toe of her cowboy boot, and jumps down next to Harry Potter himself. "Either y'all got a sharpie?"