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There was NOOOOOOOOO fucking way this was gonna work. But then again. If Jinx pulled the brakes on every plan she ever doubted, WELLLLL, the treasury would still be standing. So a call she made, requesting the immediate presence of SHERIFF CAITLYN. Little did the Lady of Hats know that awaiting her would be the PUNK QUEEN OF ALL PRANKS: JINX. Heart hammered, tummy got all achey-butterfly-y -- Just the way Jinx LIKED IT. Nothing could ever make the blue-haired minx feel more ALIVE than getting under Hat Lady’s skin. Especially at the risk of HELLA CONSEQUENECS. “Just a minute!!” Voice feigned that same stupid Piltovan accent the dispatcher had heard over the radio. “Well, HELL. O. There, Officer!” Door swung open and Jinx spun theatrically from behind its frame -- GRIN BIG, PROUD & TOOTHY. “Fancy meeting you here.” And suddenly the penny dropped. ...Cait had a VERY literal kind of mind. She wouldn’t miss the joke and assume JINX was the criminal... WOULD SHE? “Gotta admit I MAY not have thought this one, through...” Pause, nervous laughter, itching at the back of her ear. “It was me on the phone?”