it's not your fault that you're always wrong
Jack cast her a sidelong look, perhaps a touch sharper than those he'd directed at her all morning. She was certainly full of thoughts about him today, and whether it was a simple point to put a stop to it, or whether she had managed to finally ruffle his feathers, he gave in. Reaching across, he tapped at her temple. "Pretty is in there, for me," he said shortly. "Other than that, yeah - just ash and bone and blood."
Then, scooping up both of the ledgers, he stacked them on her lap. "Sassy bitch today, aren't we?" he snipped. "Touche on the spellin', but you ain't supposed to understand the things I write. It's coded." He nodded at the books. "You'll be learnin' that too, from now on. Whatever goes in or out of the Ark is on you to record. I'll check it end of day."
Then, scooping up both of the ledgers, he stacked them on her lap. "Sassy bitch today, aren't we?" he snipped. "Touche on the spellin', but you ain't supposed to understand the things I write. It's coded." He nodded at the books. "You'll be learnin' that too, from now on. Whatever goes in or out of the Ark is on you to record. I'll check it end of day."
