[ D'Artagnan waits until steam is rising, and then drops a slice of lemon into it. He hands the others to Jack, gesturing for him to do the same. ]
Don't squeeze. The heat brings the flavour out. You want a slice in each glass, if you can.
[ He'd have put cloves in the slices before dropping them in if he could, but he hadn't found any of those in the bar area.
He pauses only when Jack says that last thing, and then he looks up. Jack's smiling at him, and it's warm and friendly in a way that makes him just want to stay here. He looks down again, shaking his head. ]
No. You were right. They would have killed me if I refused, or worse. [ Glancing up. ] I didn't have a choice. That's not your fault.
[ jack watches intently, trying to memorize how this works, possibly so he can remember it later and bring d'artagnan some when he looks depressed. maybe. maybe he cares. following as he says, he drops the lemon in, no squeezing, and maybe tips his head to look into the pot some, watching it curiously. ]
Two works, then. Unless we plan on letting Hanna have some, but she's a drunk anyway.
[ said as a joke, because haaaaa, jack calling anyone a drunk. hilarious.
he doesn't feel like he's right, he feels like he's selfish. incredibly selfish, and it stews in his mind for a moment, as d'artagnan's words settle. they feel warm, and perhaps are more a comfort because of that then they are for what they actually mean. ]
[ D'Artagnan glances up at his face, before letting his eyes drop back to the pot. It's starting to smell nice now, with the lemon juice working through. He lifts the bowl of sugar, offering it to Jack. ]
Don't let it boil. You don't want to run the alcohol off.
How sweet do you like it? Put in as much as you want.
[ He had never made it very sweet. They didn't, in France, but he'd let Jack choose. And now, while he doesn't go for the shower, he does go to wash his face, and rub water up into his hair. It feels a little better. ]
[ accepting the bowl, he keeps his eyes on the pot, keeping it on a low simmer rather than too heated. soon, he starts to add in sugar, tasting in between.
spotting d'artagnan walk off, he assumnes he's heading to the shower, and calls out after him. ]
Everything you need should be in there. Let me know if we're out of towels.
[ D'Artagnan is already on his way back out when Jack mentions towels, and then he pauses, and goes back in to find one. That means he comes back with his face dry. His hair is still wet at the roots. ]
You have plenty. I don't...really feel, like.
[ Anything, he wants to say. It's hard to think about things too deeply. It's why all his movements are abrupt, why he keeps walking away without explaining. He stops talking now, glances in the pot, and changes the subject. ]
That looks good. Don't let it boil, remember. It can come off when you like the taste.
[ 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. ]
[ D'Artagnan comes back over, covering Jack's hand with his own to keep it steady and then tasting the wine. He makes a little sound and then nods, frowning down at the pan. ]
Mmm. You're not that bad. Turn the heat down, it's good. It could take more sugar if you like it sweet.
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Don't squeeze. The heat brings the flavour out. You want a slice in each glass, if you can.
[ He'd have put cloves in the slices before dropping them in if he could, but he hadn't found any of those in the bar area.
He pauses only when Jack says that last thing, and then he looks up. Jack's smiling at him, and it's warm and friendly in a way that makes him just want to stay here. He looks down again, shaking his head. ]
No. You were right. They would have killed me if I refused, or worse. [ Glancing up. ] I didn't have a choice. That's not your fault.
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Two works, then. Unless we plan on letting Hanna have some, but she's a drunk anyway.
[ said as a joke, because haaaaa, jack calling anyone a drunk. hilarious.
he doesn't feel like he's right, he feels like he's selfish. incredibly selfish, and it stews in his mind for a moment, as d'artagnan's words settle. they feel warm, and perhaps are more a comfort because of that then they are for what they actually mean. ]
So now what?
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Don't let it boil. You don't want to run the alcohol off.
How sweet do you like it? Put in as much as you want.
[ He had never made it very sweet. They didn't, in France, but he'd let Jack choose. And now, while he doesn't go for the shower, he does go to wash his face, and rub water up into his hair. It feels a little better. ]
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spotting d'artagnan walk off, he assumnes he's heading to the shower, and calls out after him. ]
Everything you need should be in there. Let me know if we're out of towels.
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You have plenty. I don't...really feel, like.
[ Anything, he wants to say. It's hard to think about things too deeply. It's why all his movements are abrupt, why he keeps walking away without explaining. He stops talking now, glances in the pot, and changes the subject. ]
That looks good. Don't let it boil, remember. It can come off when you like the taste.
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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.
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Mmm. You're not that bad. Turn the heat down, it's good. It could take more sugar if you like it sweet.
[ A very slight smile. ]
I like the lemon. Do you have glasses?