[ 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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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?