Rosita snorts at the line about the devil and her hands, but she doesn't argue; her mother used to say something similar, she remembers, but Rosita has seen a thing or two about what the devil gets up to and it has nothing to do with laziness. So she favors Jacob and his grin with a tolerant smile, though her amusement bleeds through around the sides, and slides the paper over in front of her to add her signature beside his.
"Well, I am delightful," she allows, blowing on the ink before setting all of it aside. "I almost feel like there should be some of those bottle poppers or something. Some champagne. ¡Salud!, you know?" She glances towards the bags he brought, then back at him. "Don't suppose anything in there explodes?"
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Date: 2022-11-06 06:51 am (UTC)"Well, I am delightful," she allows, blowing on the ink before setting all of it aside. "I almost feel like there should be some of those bottle poppers or something. Some champagne. ¡Salud!, you know?" She glances towards the bags he brought, then back at him. "Don't suppose anything in there explodes?"