[ Dubious, Jesse steps into the tent behind Kavinsky and...
What the actual fuck.
Jesse has stopped a few paces inside the entrance. He's sweeping an incredulous look at his surroundings. The luxurious mattress. The TV, which works... how? Magic dream powers or whatever? Holy shit. Hardly the Ritz, no, but still entirely over-the-top; shamelessly and obnoxiously extravagant, without any thought or regard to anyone else having to rough it in the camp. Exactly the kind of thing Jesse would have done in his Cap'n Cook days, if he'd had the power to conjure whatever his dreams desired.
He turns a quick look over at Kavinsky's command. ]
...What?
[ What's really implied in that response is, What the fuck, asshole? Why? ]
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What the actual fuck.
Jesse has stopped a few paces inside the entrance. He's sweeping an incredulous look at his surroundings. The luxurious mattress. The TV, which works... how? Magic dream powers or whatever? Holy shit. Hardly the Ritz, no, but still entirely over-the-top; shamelessly and obnoxiously extravagant, without any thought or regard to anyone else having to rough it in the camp. Exactly the kind of thing Jesse would have done in his Cap'n Cook days, if he'd had the power to conjure whatever his dreams desired.
He turns a quick look over at Kavinsky's command. ]
...What?
[ What's really implied in that response is, What the fuck, asshole? Why? ]