Jack watched Reinette as she sat, and he couldn't help but be amused at just how out of place she looked. More now than when he'd taken her away before, she stuck out like a sore thumb as someone who was from simply elsewhere.
From beside him on the couch he picked up a cushion and dutifully threw it at her.
"Relax," he said, "it's a couch, it won't bite." He went on, teasing, "You do know what a couch is right. I'm sure we did that lesson."
For a moment he was utterly himself there, cheeky and referring to past encounters, and then it seemed to catch up with him, like he noticed it, and he glanced down, it fading away.
He cleared his throat and reached for the phone on the table. "I'll order a selection," he said, and he dialled to make the call.
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From beside him on the couch he picked up a cushion and dutifully threw it at her.
"Relax," he said, "it's a couch, it won't bite." He went on, teasing, "You do know what a couch is right. I'm sure we did that lesson."
For a moment he was utterly himself there, cheeky and referring to past encounters, and then it seemed to catch up with him, like he noticed it, and he glanced down, it fading away.
He cleared his throat and reached for the phone on the table. "I'll order a selection," he said, and he dialled to make the call.