[ jack lifts his eyes to regard at d'artagnan as he makes his way back in, fairly surprised to see it's only his face that's been washed. that had been fast. ]
I didn't... mean take an inventory of my towels. Nevermind.
[ well, it's whatever. if that's what he feels like doing for now. his attention goes back to the pot, lowering the heat a little. after a moment, he dips a spoon in, lifting it up and presenting to to d'artagnan. ]
no subject
I didn't... mean take an inventory of my towels. Nevermind.
[ well, it's whatever. if that's what he feels like doing for now. his attention goes back to the pot, lowering the heat a little. after a moment, he dips a spoon in, lifting it up and presenting to to d'artagnan. ]
You taste test. I'm bad at cooking.