Reinette did not move from where she stood, the brightly colored bags around her creating the suggestion of an oddly assembled garden. But she did smile, and almost dangerous tilt to her mouth.

"Are you certain that is all you would do?"

The smile tasted strange on its inception. Not because she feared it no longer suited her, that she was somehow changed. Rather it had been a long, long time since she had shared it with anyone. Something just past a year.

But then, because Jack could think she was in any way implying something else?

"After all these are now considered my clothes, are they not? And we must consider your personal vendetta against my wardrobe. I would hate to see them damaged so soon."