[Turns out, it is her invitation. She might step on the pen he threw against the door on her way in, but Jason looks up at her from where he's sitting on one of the beds, giving her a thumbs up. He then holds up a rulebook, turned to a page where it seems he's scrawled down a single word:]
Hi
[His handwriting is terrible.......... yikes. But at least it's not as terrible as he looks at the moment. Oh, well.]
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Hi
[His handwriting is terrible.......... yikes. But at least it's not as terrible as he looks at the moment. Oh, well.]