[Normally, Jacky likes being the center of attention--it's the showman in her, she knows--but not when it's the result of her gaffe.
That said, like any showman, she doesn't let it show. Flushing, she took in the milk still dripping off her new friend, and grimaced.] I am so sorry. [Looking around, she spied a mountain of cloth napkins and, snatching them, handed them to Red.] Here.
Why wouldn't it be...not...cold? Do you future people get their milk from ice cows or some such?
[Jacky, sadly, predates even ice boxes, and has never known food that is purposefully cold. Or icecream. And that's sad.]
I want you to know I did actual historical research for this XD
That said, like any showman, she doesn't let it show. Flushing, she took in the milk still dripping off her new friend, and grimaced.] I am so sorry. [Looking around, she spied a mountain of cloth napkins and, snatching them, handed them to Red.] Here.
Why wouldn't it be...not...cold? Do you future people get their milk from ice cows or some such?
[Jacky, sadly, predates even ice boxes, and has never known food that is purposefully cold. Or icecream. And that's sad.]