Maybe he was supposed to do somethin' else... [ Jesse mutters, quieter now, almost to himself, like he's rolling the idea around in his head. ] Like fix cars or kill people or...I dunno, do taxes. But now he’s stuck here, playin' mixologist for a bunch of what's it called...fluxdrifts? Under a couple a weird-ass moons? Bummer, yo.

[ The last part is aimed at Thomas, but he's too busy mixing up a concoction that's probably not fit for human consumption. Jesse squints up at the sky. Yep, purple moon's still there. ]

God, this place is so messed up.

[ Jesse lets out a groan, grinding his palms into his eyes then drags his hands down his face just in time for a glass to be placed in front of him. There's smoke pouring off of it, and he's not sure whether that means it's cold or hot. Jesse eyes it suspiciously, and Thomas doesn't seem to be going away until it's taste-tested. He cringes, picking up the glass and turning to Rowena with potential last words. ]

Think I should try it?