walk me home in the dead of night
Plotting, absolutely. Thinking? Not so much. Jack will pick up Flora's intense dedication to mirroring the looping ys and beautifully slanted Os of someone's handwriting. Her father's, he'll likely be able to suss out if he tries hard enough before he makes himself properly known.
As Jack bats away a bit of webbing, he'll hear a furious screech from above as Spice communicates in screams and trills that she had been planning on using it as a trampoline. "Meet Spice, our new bartender." Flora says a touch distractedly, though the mental content of her thoughts turns suddenly from scrawling as to pulses of affection for the little dragon.
Rather than discarding her work to pay attention to Jack as the Doubletake normally would, Flora merely waves him on with a disinterested mmmhmmm before immediately focusing back on whatever she was writing.
As Jack bats away a bit of webbing, he'll hear a furious screech from above as Spice communicates in screams and trills that she had been planning on using it as a trampoline. "Meet Spice, our new bartender." Flora says a touch distractedly, though the mental content of her thoughts turns suddenly from scrawling as to pulses of affection for the little dragon.
Rather than discarding her work to pay attention to Jack as the Doubletake normally would, Flora merely waves him on with a disinterested mmmhmmm before immediately focusing back on whatever she was writing.
