"Really?" Cookie answered, more interested than skeptical but certainly both. Her eyes flicked upward as she considered what Belladonna qualified as an alignment of stars or if perhaps she had meant to say planets and if it the state of the sky on Bamba's birthday was worth further probing or if this had been strictly an expression used for dramatic effect. Probably the latter, Cookie decided with private disappointment, and let the matter drop without further comment.

Her gaze shifted slow back to Donna at the mention of a request. Cookie didn't exactly have a business face - she usually laughed into her sleeve at the kind of self-seriousness that was prerequisite for that kind of thing - but there was a subtle shift in her at the mention of a job anyway, some gear clicking into place behind her eyes that shook the sleep from them.

"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?"