Jaime nodded slightly. "Sounds ... interesting," she agreed, a little smile edging her lips. She was still imagining fire-breathing turtles, and that amused her.
She capped up the pitchers of juice and carted them to the fridge to continue chilling while breakfast waited for everyone else to wander downstairs.
"Probably just ... going to take Mal some breakfast and ... chill upstairs with him," Jaime offered. She really didn't feel like being social or ... actually doing anything else today.