"Oh! Me too. Well, it's a jacket, not a vest, but—"
Clarisse leans the shield back against the side of her bed and is already parkouring off her mattress to get to the rest of her haul, which is in a large bag sitting on the floor. She pulls the jacket out—it's the biggest thing in there, not hard to find—and holds it up for Abby to see. Check it out, they're gonna match.
"Barrow gave me this little catapult with a griffon I can shoot at people," because of course he did, "and Jayce gave me these special goggles so I can zoom in on shit while I'm griffon riding, and, oh, Cosima gave me this music box that plays Enter Sandman." She could go on, she's very excited, but she's stopping herself (for now).
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Clarisse leans the shield back against the side of her bed and is already parkouring off her mattress to get to the rest of her haul, which is in a large bag sitting on the floor. She pulls the jacket out—it's the biggest thing in there, not hard to find—and holds it up for Abby to see. Check it out, they're gonna match.
"Barrow gave me this little catapult with a griffon I can shoot at people," because of course he did, "and Jayce gave me these special goggles so I can zoom in on shit while I'm griffon riding, and, oh, Cosima gave me this music box that plays Enter Sandman." She could go on, she's very excited, but she's stopping herself (for now).
"What else did you get?"