[ Lucy didn't like the heat either, but at least she was tolerating it better than Jack was. In fact, not too long after Jack stopped to plop down in the shade somewhere, there is the sound of someone approaching. That someone of course, being Lucy, all decked out in new western style attire. And bearing a drink. It wouldn't be good if someone collapsed from heat stroke or something, which is why she leans down to offer a cool beverage for him, giving him a small, concerned smile. ]
It's not much, but try this. You look like you're ready to melt. [ IN a non literal sense, we hope. ]
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It's not much, but try this. You look like you're ready to melt. [ IN a non literal sense, we hope. ]