"Valley baybee." That tongue click and drawled purr are unmistakably Jupiter Quigley. She's is here to make things worse all better, strolling up from behind with her wand drawn. Ever the Thorntrail at heart, despite her best efforts to appear otherwise, she Transfigures the shattered glass into something a little less dangerously messy: a simple glass vial that Jupiter scoops up off the ground. She leaves the mess for anyone else to clean up — she ain't a maid.

Jupiter slides smoothly into the seat next to Valkyrie. There are white fuzzy cottonwood seeds in her wild brown hair and she's beaming despite the sour look on her friend's face. "Hit a roadblock in your studies?" Jup asks, though she also holds out a travel pack of tissues she'd nabbed from Greatheart earlier in the day.