JACK
"Why would I try? She wasn't my nan," Jack points out petulantly, his brows furrowed as she turns away and he tries to mentally brush off the sting of her grief (it's the subconscious equivalent of looking at someone who has just walked through a big cobweb). Her whatever is all the confirmation he needs, at least, Jack spreading his hands and smiling a touch victoriously. "There you go. Favours for favours," he says, turning to open the oven and wrestle out a tray of perfectly golden cupcakes.
They might not taste anything like Vai's recipe given that a lot of the ingredients have been subbed in, but at least they've cooked right. "Next time I'd probably start simpler. Maybe you can make ice cubes," he suggests.
They might not taste anything like Vai's recipe given that a lot of the ingredients have been subbed in, but at least they've cooked right. "Next time I'd probably start simpler. Maybe you can make ice cubes," he suggests.
believer... believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
