Rolling her eyes playfully, she knew she'd have to keep her eyes open for pranks everywhere but her room now. "We are on the same page as far as spiders are concerned. So if you here me scream like a big girl, you know why. I'll stay out of your room. Nate made it clear that you like things in particular places and I would never want to mess with that."
Tisking at Lucien, Jenna smirked. "As long as you leave enough for everyone else, specifically Emerson, than I don't mind you stealing my pumpkin baked goodies. Besides, it's not stealing if I'm making them for everyones consumption. As far as the fat thing goes, you and me both. That's why I usually run every day, preferrably at least two miles."
She listened as he talked about the liquor cabinet. It kind of thrilled her to know that Emerson used his magic to protect it and that he was strong at it. Maybe he could do some magic for her sometime or maybe Lucien could. She'd love to see it done in person. "I'll pinch him hard if I catch him smoking. It's a bad habit and I don't want it to hurt his health. For that matter, I'll pinch you if I see you going near the liquor cabinet."
At his questions about herself, she shrugged and moved to change out the cookies. Jenna took the chocolate chip cookies out of the oven and set them to cool for a bit before putting them on wire racks to cool further. Before she turned back to answer Lucien's questions, she placed the peanut butter cookies in the oven and set the timer.
"Jenna Rose Sullivan, daughter of two runaway slaves. I have two siblings, though I don't really know where any of my family is anymore. I took off in the middle of the night and caught a bus. I bribed the driver to let me off here so that I could become a slave. My parents aren't really rebels, they just kind of use them for cover and protection. I was taken from the bus station and immediately put into the holding cells. I've been utterly intrigued by supernaturals and the whole master/slave relationship for as long as I can remember and wanted first hand knowledge about it all. Thankfully for me, your awesome cousin bought me and I don't have to deal with a cruel master." Taking a breather, she smirked and held up her finger. That was one explanation of his questions.
Pointing out each of her tattoos, she smiled. "I always found guys in the camps we were living in that were tattoo artists or aspiring ones. A little flirting and they'd do my tattoos for free. I've been getting tattoos since I was sixteen and anytime something meaningful happened or I made a meaningful decision, I got one to signify it. You can take a guess at what they all mean if you'd like."