Jedi Huttlet
Jobbi made a delighted noise that was something like a gurgle and a rumble as the first bite melted in her mouth. She didn’t even wait for a proper napkin—just picked up the burger and dove in like a girl possessed.
By the time Gem started talking about favors and volunteering, Jobbi was already halfway through her second Frog Burger, holding it gingerly in both hands like it might try to escape. Her cheeks puffed out full, she blinked wide-eyed and froze mid-chew, pupils dilating like a startled tooka caught in a flashlight beam.
She swallowed—loudly.
“A favor?” she asked, grease shimmering on her lips. “From me?”
She looked between Gem and Kuhbee, then back at Gem, then at the burger, then at Gem again.
“…Okay,” she said with a slow, bashful nod. “I mean. Yes. Yes! If you want help, I wanna help. Especially if it's fun and doesn’t involve running. Or—if it does, maybe a warning first?”
She tried to 'stand' taller—though given her shape, it mostly just involved a slow upward bounce. “Do I need gloves? A shovel? Acid buckets?”
Then, almost shyly: “Or… can I finish this first?”
She took another enormous bite. “’Thish’s sho good…”
She hummed absent-mindedly while chewing, tilting from side to side along with the indiscernable melody she hummed to.
