[ There's an answering slow nod, another half laugh as Max swirls around whatever's in her own cup, doesn't take a drink yet but takes a purposefully slow look around them. ]
Truer things. [ She lifts her cup towards Jessica for a moment, takes a long sip now herself. ] It's an urban legend until someone proves it true. Maybe tonight is the lucky night.
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Truer things. [ She lifts her cup towards Jessica for a moment, takes a long sip now herself. ] It's an urban legend until someone proves it true. Maybe tonight is the lucky night.