Reinette smiled deliberately, as if the force of her own might somehow illicit one from Jack. Her thumb traced a single line across his hand where theirs touched.

"Eclairs," she announced. "Breads and crepes and chocolate and creme."

Her tone was warm. It was not truly what Jack needed, she suspected. But it was a start. Reinette stood then, carefully untangling herself and moving towards the door.

"I will return shortly."