Kenzi's mouth twists in odd mix of admiration and worry. How must it feel to be so old that you just don't care about repercussions anymore? It's kind of badass but at the same time...kind of sad.

"Welp," Kenzi punctuated her 'p' with a friendly smack on Jean-Claude's upper arm. "If she didn't like you before, she's def not gonna be a fan after this."

With all the guests taking pictures with their phones, Kenzi was pretty sure that Miss. Thing would see this in five seconds.

"So if you die, can I have your stuff?"