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With a quick heave, Jack managed to draw the slender young woman towards him the moment she released her grip. She came to rest halfway through the window, her stomach resting on a combination of windowsill and Jack's thighs. His arms had shifted immediately once she was safe, leaving her with the weight of one of his hands at the small of her back, palm warm, and the other hand cupping her shoulder. "There ya go, Princess," he announced. "Rescued tail an' all."

Brunswick snorted under his breath and reached for Bavaria's hand. "Easy there, sis," he cautioned. "Jack's a perv but he's not going to do anything to her unless she says it's okay." There was grudging admission in his voice. "He's a good-guy jerk like that."

"Whatever you like, Trin." Jack looked away from her and focused on bringing his upper body back into the room and then swinging his long leg back inside as well. For a moment, he sat on the edge of the windowsill and then he stood suddenly, hands raking through his hair as he grinned at her. "No more roofs, okay?" he teased. "I reckon the bathroom was much nicer, don't you?"

With his sister's bond safely inside, Brunswick relaxed and shrugged. He began pulling Bavaria with him to the window. "I'm glad you came to visit, anyway," he muttered. "Jack's been at his books lately. -Boring-. And then there's the cup thing."

"Oh, I've been doin'." Jack shrugged vaguely. Then a comically exaggerated look of confusion appeared on his face. "Except I reckon I'm a daddy again. Maybe." He tilted his head and gave her a look of utter trust and adoration. Just like a great big puppy. "Can I be a daddy t' a cup?"

"Yeah, a -cup-. With funny red liquid in it. Jack's all worried about me spilling it." Brunswick looked positively disgusted at the insinuation.

"I didn't buy it, pet," Jack assured her. Pushing away from the windowsill, he motioned for her to follow him out to the hall and down the stairs. "I was walkin' by, paused, got called in, an'... This little gel just gave it to me an' told me not t' drink it. Bloody weird thing. Why do people keep givin' me things t' take care of?"

Brunswick landed on Jack's shoulder and nodded morosely. "Like he said. It's a cup and he can't drink it or spill it and all it does is sit there."

"Damned if I know. I reckon I'll just do like the gel said an' see what happens." At the bottom of the steps, he reached behind himself absently to touch Trin's hand and tug her in the direction of the dining room. "It's in here," he announced.

"I can't. Maybe I'll move in with you, BeeVee."

"No, you won't, lad. I don't want you botherin' Trin."

Brunswick scowled, reached up to pinch Jack's ear, and then fluttered over to sit next to his sister on Trinity's shoulder.

Showing his impeccable maturity, Brunswick stuck his tongue out at his bond over his sister's shoulder.

Matching the maturity and raising it, Jack stuck -his- tongue out and crossed his eyes. Then he grinned at Trin. "Honestly, I'd miss the little shite," he admitted. "So it's all 'bout savin' you an' maintainin' my manly image. He knows my secrets, y'see. Bruns lets me cry at movies. Hell, he joins me."

"I do not!"

Jack winked. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever have a hot date an' need the privacy."

"Pervert."

Following Trin's lead, Jack likewise ignored his feien and led Trin into the dining room. A small glass sat on a bamboo placement which, in turn, rested on a bit of blue silk. A shimmering reddish liquid glowed softly within the glass. Jack pointed. "That would be the Cup," he explained.

"Oh, it's pretty enough," Jack agreed readily, shrugging and running a hand through his hair. Absently, the hand then slipped down to tug a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. Upon raising them, though, he discovered that they were crushed beyond smoking. He snorted under his breath and tossed the pack on the table. It skidded to a stop near the candelabra in the center. He was going to have to tear those apart and reroll them. The damage must have happened while rescuing Trinity. He slipped over to stand at Trin's side and studied the cup. "An' I plan t' do right by it." A vague gesture indicated the handmade label on the side of the cup. "I just wish I knew what t' expect, right?"

"I told you. It's going to be a face-sucking fish alien." Brunswick landed beside his sister and paced around the cup, eyeing it with annoyance. "And it'll serve you right. You should have said no, you didn't want it."