Jack did all manner of smol pixie hi-jinks including a blended 'bed' soup and mixing up seeds. She's arguing with squiggles on Twitter and we may have spotted an actual apology.
Jack's selling her smelly used clothing, there's no doubt a lingering honk of bollock sausage, radish and chard. She's off Tinder now, and cancelled her dates with the phantom blokes.
Still no Vagrant Breath Index, and possibly a smol Patrecon mutiny spotted toward the end of the thread. Pumble on, my dudes.