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PANEL <1>
Drake bringing Fox a mug of something steaming, while Rai wipes down the bar.
FOX
What’s this?
DRAKE
Coffee. Have at, while we lock up.
RAI
You’re not calling her already, are you?
FOX
Hmm? Oh, no, sending a care package.

PANEL <2>
Delivery anthroid outside Fox’s door, surrounded by a couple bags and boxes, and a mop, leaning by the door. Jamie is peeking out. Delivery anthroid is listing off the contents:
ANTHROID
Sports drinks. Protein shakes. Chocolate bars in... Uh... Dark, milk, and ghost pepper? Jerky, cinnamon rolls, and... An extra large tub of wet-naps?
JAMIE
How thoughtful.

PANEL <3>
Mostly naked Jamie at the door. The anthroid looking shocked/blushing. A scream comes from upstairs as Jamie ushers them in.
???
AAH! Yes! Like that! AGAIN!
JAMIE
Perfect. Sounds like they’re done with the kitchen. You can leave it in there.

PANEL <4>
Jamie, having led them into the kitchen, is looking with some consternation at the mop he is holding, as the delivery anthroid slips in a puddle.
JAMIE
Just leave it on the counter-
ANTHROID
Yip!
JAMIE
Ah... Right... That explains the mop.