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Mina looked at both Suzakura and Vera talking. Okay, using the Milk Thief's head as puppet she wasn't fooling her and was quite mean, but she accepted it because it was a bit hilarious and it was his King. However, what he said following that made the cow blessed sulk a little, her ears becoming slightly downcast. Manager? She hated managers. Her dad tried to become her manager to order her around and tell her whom she would give her Miracle Milk. She hated her dad. "I hate managers..." She pouted slightly.

However, the Pink Lady surprised her. "Moo?" She said in slight surprise. She had never been called smart frequently. Not even Suzakura did that to praise her. "Dummy", "Stupid", "R*tard", "Fat Idiot", "Beef for brains." All of those things. Her eyes beamed somewhat, as she pleaded herself she would put 110% of her brainpower to hear Vera's plea. She looked at her boyfriend. The pitiful milk thief. He was scrawny, and helpless. Maybe she had been too hard on him. Maybe he needed her Miracle Milk more than anything. She could understand his thinking now. He was trying to act tough, like all boys did. To win her girl a dinner or something. But he was tired, and his luck would run out.

Just like a toddler.

Her eyes then rested on Michael, then on Suzakura, then on Vera. "Mooo... Maternity leave!" She beamed as she began to search for a cloth to drape Michael with. "I'm sorry Suzakura. I guess I think I'll have to leave the tournament. Mikey is my baby now! He needs me!" She beamed as she began to craft a blatantly oversized baby carrier with some random cloth she found. Yes, she would protect him! Smart move, Mina!

"I'm too sore to craft a lot of milk." She would add. "So, if you want some, Suzakura, you'd best win the tournament for me, kay?" She would add as she tied the unconscious Michael to her torso and chest. To him, she would bestow her first serving of her remaining milk, hopefully restoring the Painter to top shape, while keeping a bottle apart.

Once she was set and with Michael fixated to her, she ventured out to reach Vera. "Heeeey, Pink Lady! Don't worry about your boyfriend! He's my baby now! I'll keep him safe and give him my miracle potion! Oh yeah, I'm taking maternity leave, so Suzakura will take over for me!" She would beam, before handing her a flask of her potion.

It was still oddly lukewarm.

Her outburst was by no means unnoticed, but a certain person who had hit the bar cursed under his breath. "Well...shit." Parker would say inbetween his teeth. Right next to him there was a scrawny teenager with braces and acne, a bucket right next to him with glowsticks.

"Gosh I wish that was me." The youth said next to Parker, while sipping a root beer.

"Pisslord, that's not helping." Parker would grumble. Maybe he'd need to help that umpleasant pink woman. She had some bad reputation in the streets.