Jester's giggle follows the twinkly ring of the bell--first just the one that he's pushed his finger against, and then the rest, as she tries to move away from his hand.
"I might," she says, in coy defiance of his claim. But she won't. She likes trouble. She likes Molly. It is so good seeing him here, a burst of color in the grays of the Gallows. Molly doesn't look exactly like Molly, and Jester doesn't look exactly like Jester, so they still fit together, sort of. And it is still Molly, who is her friend, and so welcome here that even if Jester was a tattle-tale, she wouldn't tattle on him.
"May-be," slow, and thoughtful, "if you bribe me... then I won't tell on you. That is just business, you know? But I am very very hard to bribe. So you will have to work hard, Molly. And how will you do that if you are giving away your jobs and not doing what you are being paid to do?"
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"I might," she says, in coy defiance of his claim. But she won't. She likes trouble. She likes Molly. It is so good seeing him here, a burst of color in the grays of the Gallows. Molly doesn't look exactly like Molly, and Jester doesn't look exactly like Jester, so they still fit together, sort of. And it is still Molly, who is her friend, and so welcome here that even if Jester was a tattle-tale, she wouldn't tattle on him.
"May-be," slow, and thoughtful, "if you bribe me... then I won't tell on you. That is just business, you know? But I am very very hard to bribe. So you will have to work hard, Molly. And how will you do that if you are giving away your jobs and not doing what you are being paid to do?"