[ They sure have maxed out on disaster. Jester takes the hi five in stride, using her entire arm swinging so that her hand can meet Mabel's palm ( her strength is a little stupid, and she wants the girl's palm to burn, just a little — who needs self control, probably ). The more she hangs around the girl the more fun she's having, which is probably the mark of a good friend. They can probably be called friends now, right?

But as great as apocalypse humor tends to be, she also needs to help Molly some more, so— ] Oh yeah, I remember him!

[ She doesn't remember him. ] He was all like [ And in the world's worst old man voice: ] "Thank you for saving my life, you guys are heroes!" and we were like [ Super high pitched, for some reason?? ] "Yeah, we are!" and then he was like, "I don't have much to give you but here are these magical fortune telling cards!!" And you had just lost your own cards in the fire that happened while we were fighting the monsters. [ What a great story. ]

I'm glad you got these ones, you know. They were much nicer than your old ones. [ But she's done helping now, probably. She takes her pile of souvenirs and pushes it towards the middle of the table so that the fortune telling can actually take place. Elbows off the table and everything, her tail swishing back and forth in excitement. Give it your worst, Molly. ]