call me chaos, call me divine

JACK

"Wasn't the sort of shit that came up as an option," Jack says, dryly apologetic as he smirks over at her and pops another blueberry into his mouth. "If it's a problem though, I'll see if I can swing it with the gods to lose your appetite." An unnecessary comment, as it happens, because in the next moment never mind, and The Ark's first taste of honey explodes through his magic like a lit fuse. An imperceptible shiver runs down his back, Jack turning to grin at her, lips parting to say something, only for the words to die on his tongue as he watches her tip the little dish of honey into her mouth.

"That's not--" Blinking a couple of times, the Captain considers reaching out to try and correct her decision, before deciding no. No, you only get one first at everything, so why the fuck not. He can offer advice though, at least. "You might wanna have somethin' a little more substantial to go with it," he suggests, nodding to one of the bread rolls nestled among the pasties. "Too much of that an' you'll get sick." And whilst he knows she's very likely aware of that unpleasantness as a ship, experiencing it as a person is a whole other ballgame.

"If you think hungry hurts, feelin' sick is a helluva lot worse."

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!