Jason’s smirk is large and, to all the others, very obnoxious.
"Hm. I guess sometimes Ava’s worth something." He dodges a flying glass. "So glad I could be useful."
"Ugh," Tim shoves him aside with a hand to the face, "Turn off the charm, boy blunder, you’re making me sick."
He snorts in response, “Why, jealous?”
Ava slips in front of you to partially block your view off the sudden fight. “Um, yeah. So that’s happening. Sorry ‘bout that.”
Dick comes over with a plate of cookies, “Want one? They’re fresh!”
After you all grab a cookie, Ava looks at you sadly, “Sorry we can’t be of more help to you. I kind of wish there weren’t so many holders so I could hold more fic parts so I could say yes to more people. But perhaps that’s just selfish of me.”
Dick gives her a few pats on the back in sympathy.
"Anywhatsit. Enjoy the cookies and the show, I guess."
You all turn to stare at the two brawling men.
A bit later you hear Ava mutter, “There needs to be fewer clothes.”