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File:Image:Moa jubilee.png Moment of Awesome - Jubilation Lee/Jubilee: During his apology tour, Marius Laverne drops in on the convalescent Jubilee. “It’s almost as if you had something to apologise for,” Jubilee noted with a smile but she pulled the salad towards her first and started digging in with the supplied fork. “You can have some too, like, don’t make me eat all this alone.” The words were somewhat distorted by her eating but she figured Marius could translate well enough, he’d lived with Kyle for at least some of his kidnappings. "If you insist." The spare ribs were the most accessible, but it meant removing the gloves. Marius hesitated for a moment, then shrugged inwardly. Jubilee had all but unhinged her jaw in front of him. She wasn't precious. "You are correct," Marius continued as he peeled off his gloves and tucked them into one pocket, "in addition to food I come with my sincere apologies. I am not unfamiliar with unpleasantly exhausting one's physical reserves." Sounds of eating were all that met the apologies for a moment as Jubilee continued to work her way through the salad while also reaching over and plucking one of the types of loaded potato off its tray and chowing down on that too. “It’s a bitch,” Jubilee admitted with a shrug as she gave him a once over. “Glad I didn’t kill you though.” Marius plucked one of the ribs from the bucket and contemplated it for a moment. "Truthfully, if ever you find yourself in a similar situation I ask you not devote too much worry to that. It was hardly the first time I've needed someone to put me down. Comes a point where it's a bit ridiculous, you know?" He took a bite of the rib, the teeth in his mouth briefly coming within touching distance of the ones in his palms. “Kid, if I’m ever unhappy that someone lived when maybe they could have died it’s probably time to put me down,” Jubilee noted as she took another loaded potato and swallowed it almost whole. She noted calling someone who was probably close to her age kid was odd at best but she couldn’t help it. He was…hurt shaped. She knew that hurt, and sometimes you needed, something that wasn’t judgement but maybe also something that wasn’t complete forgiveness either. “How you want this to go like? Cause I’m totes fine with being ‘You’re bad, don’t turn into Death again’, or I can be like ‘you owe me at least a fancy dinner at some place in New York’ if that’s better?”