"Careful with your phrasing there," Mojo cautioned as she dried her hands off and headed over, "I will sling them, all tossing pepperonis like tiny frisbees. Someone'll lose an eye." She was chuckling at herself as she settled in with them, not bothering with an apron herself. If her hair or fashion was any indicator? Mojo was good friends with the concept of being messy.
"Leandro?" she echoed, grabbing the pepperoni pack and stealing one for herself. "Man, good to meet you. I was starting to think I had the most ink of anyone here, but you? You're giving me a goal to shoot for," Mojo praised playfully, fixing her grin squarely on Leandro for a moment.