[ A jellified arm waves its hand when the pressure lifts, a tingle left in Dick's wake. ]
Sure, sure. Feed me like one of your French girls, Jack!
[ Making his way over to the couch, which he may start rearranging according to his preferred comfort levels. Dick probably didn't have that many cushions to start off with, but ah well. ]
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Sure, sure. Feed me like one of your French girls, Jack!
[ Making his way over to the couch, which he may start rearranging according to his preferred comfort levels. Dick probably didn't have that many cushions to start off with, but ah well. ]