Just Chloe, then. [It's said as if it's a huge imposition, but the wide grin on Saxsice's face says otherwise, especially as she hops off the stool she'd been perched on and shakes out the creases in her slacks.] If you insist. Since we're bein' informal -- and you're bein' so gosh-darn complimentary -- I'll make sure you don't drink any poison, how's that?
[An offered arm, and a cheeky wink, then Saxsice adds:] Unless it's the real good kinda poison. If I'm gonna be franchised, I'd better know the difference yeah?
[If her arm is taken -- and, let's be honest, even if it isn't -- Saxsice will begin steering Chloe back to the bar, chattering the whole way.] So! Where's home for ya, not-Miss?
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[An offered arm, and a cheeky wink, then Saxsice adds:] Unless it's the real good kinda poison. If I'm gonna be franchised, I'd better know the difference yeah?
[If her arm is taken -- and, let's be honest, even if it isn't -- Saxsice will begin steering Chloe back to the bar, chattering the whole way.] So! Where's home for ya, not-Miss?