Reinette smiled again as she settled into the low, sleek seat of Jack's car. She could see again while he favored the vehicle. It suited him.

Very well indeed. Especially now. There was something knowing and affectionate in her expression.

Her hands were sticky, hr hair already windblown and a part of her breath had yet to return from the initial moment of seeing Jack struck. But none of that bothered her. It failed to even register. And for a woman raised to be nothing if self aware? It said a great deal.

"I am certain there will be more ice cream, Jack," she teased. "You seemed far to enamored of it otherwise."