"Sorry, darlin', they didn't go quite that far," Jackson replied, pushing away to grab a box of bandaids and pull out a pink little strip, sans garish lettering. He sat back down on his stool as he opened the bandaid. "Ain't been on my own. Butters has been gettin' me up to speed." Or trying to, anyway. He wrapped the pink strip around her finger, snug but not tight. "Still got a lot left to learn, that's all. There you go. Elegant to boot."