the principle of the thing

JACK

Jack raises his hand with a warning bounce of his eyebrows as he’s punched playfully in the shoulder, but the fact that he didn’t go ahead and smack the Hali suggests it was received in good nature. He’s a little surprised at the squid ink, of all things, imagining the cook means to blind people with it, but he gives a mental shrug as his magic realises what Saiden really intends to do. ”If the next soup you serve is black, I know why,” he teases.

Nodding his aye, Jack also helps to fill in the hole Saiden had dug. Once they’re finished he steps back, trusting the tide to do the rest of the work. Then he takes one handle of the chest, gesturing for the Hali to take the other. ”Aight. Time to get the fuck back in the shade nod get a drink, I reckon. Pleasure doin’ business with you.”

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!