*all color became purple. grape man appeared. jack swallowed, slowly, and shook his head* i… i don’t… *aaaand he was suddenly seeing her in her underwear. nice. white. lacy. things. oh god. oh god oh god. he shook his head* th-that’s not a good idea at all…! *he laughs, trying to break up the awkward air*
“I guess it wouldn’t be,” she giggled, oblivious to any thoughts he had, thinking the blushing was just because of the suggestion. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to picture some of the men in their underwear.”
She knew she definitely didn’t.
“But either way I’m sure you’ll do fine presenting. Will Minion be there?”
mmhmm. he’s going to be there. so that should be interesting… minion, walking about an art gallery. hah. *he chuckled, before looking at the bag she set down* so what did you bring?
Jack Maple 