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[color=green][i]"Ten seconds, huh? That'll cost you [i]two[/i] strawberry jam ones."[/i][/color] As Jackson preened himself for the camera, Mikayla just grinned at the image of his face, captured in a miniscreen. She couldn't speak for herself - but she reckoned Miller could appear on footage with an egg smashed on his head and the majority of women would still find him attractive.

[color=steelblue]"Man, inflation hit us hard here,"[/color] she said, pressing record.

Mikayla dodged to the side for Jackson to fiddle with a few knobs, letting the camera run a little longer for B-roll. [color=steelblue]"Nah, it was good,"[/color] she said with a grin. [color=steelblue]"Girls online will absolutely [i]love[/i] you."[/color] About to answer the next question, she ended recording, only to hear her name in a yell. With but a moment's preparation, Mikayla felt herself propelled forward in a bodily tackle from the back. She jack-knifed at the waist, but straightened her back with a beam as wide as the moon. She knew that voice, that practice. [color=#ffa6ae][i]"Charging time!"[/i][/color]

[color=steelblue]"So charge your battery, not at me,"[/color] joked Mikayla, turning around to engulf her oldest friend in a tight if brief hug before pivoting to sling one arm over her shoulders and face Jackson. [color=steelblue]"You're going to have to ask the best member on this band if they're ready. I haven't the foggiest clue,"[/color] she said to him, looking between Mackenzie and Jackson. [color=steelblue]"With you killing it onstage with the rest, and you holding down the fort, I can't imagine anything going wrong."[/color]