JACK
"Flora..." Jack's warning is soft and edged with something like affection, the captain smirking at her over the rim of his coffee mug as if to remind her that he can also hear every sugar-sweetened thought and see every imagined floury handprint. Receiving the paper in return for the coffee, his eyes drop to unfamiliar handwriting made strangely comforting by the layer of nostalgia dusted across it by Flora's influence.
"I would be dissatisfied," he agrees; ever the control freak, it's the entire reason he'd interjected in the Doubletake's previous attempts at baking. (That, and he'd been all but concussed by a muffin). "Besides, far be it for me to invoke the wrath of a witch, even if it's from beyond the grave."
With another sip of coffee, Jack sets his mug down and straightens up, purposely brushing close by Flora that he might reach for the dry ingredients to combine them as per the recipe he sets down on the counter. "Do you want to be involved, or shall I just act as if I've got an audience?" He grins.
"I would be dissatisfied," he agrees; ever the control freak, it's the entire reason he'd interjected in the Doubletake's previous attempts at baking. (That, and he'd been all but concussed by a muffin). "Besides, far be it for me to invoke the wrath of a witch, even if it's from beyond the grave."
With another sip of coffee, Jack sets his mug down and straightens up, purposely brushing close by Flora that he might reach for the dry ingredients to combine them as per the recipe he sets down on the counter. "Do you want to be involved, or shall I just act as if I've got an audience?" He grins.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
