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"Mm, maybe just a little weird," he agreed. His playing faltered momentarily as she snuck her arm in, but other than a little shift against his pillow he was unperturbed and let the looping chord progression continue to the chorus. As long as he was at least half focusing on the music, it wasn't so bad. And truth be told, Hanna wasn't extremely touchy.

Jack snickered. "Almost as good as Dead Men Stalking. Their name was Aleria. Some sort of...genderqueer thing, I dunno. Think a demon getting a host plant, meshed into a symbiotic relationship."

"Means what it sounds like: they were queer as <********>. More specifically, they were genderfluid," Jack explained. "They even had like a dual voice when I talked to them, one male and one female. Really bizarre." He shrugged and went on to say, "Hell if I know what's so scary, though. Probably the mobile carnivorous plant part." Or the enjoys when their master eats human flesh part. "I mean they did give off a creepy vibe at least, which is more than some species can say."

He might or might not have meant this as a playful dig against Owain, who was silent.

He gave a mighty shrug because <******** if he knew. "No less ******** up than the fact that we eat chicken eggs," he pointed out.

Hushing the strings, Jack glanced at her and made a face. "Shut up, I used to like listening to their stuff before they got boring and repetitive. I know some things here and there, depends on if I've looked at the sheet music recently or not. Mostly classic or punk rock, though." He hesitated, then added, waiting for the flak he'd get, "Also some indie."

He considered his repertoire for a moment, relaxing now that he wouldn't get roasted for really feeding the hipster image. Humming in thought, he tilted his head back, reviewed what he remembered, and then broke into a sly grin.

With two beats of the guitar intro, Jack belted out his best Nickleback impression. "Look at this photograph, every time I do it makes me laugh—"

Jack snickered before breaking into a laugh himself. Well, Nickleback hadn't been listed as a no-no, so it wasn't breaking the rules..."Oh noooooo," he lamented over dramatically in spite of his grin. "Oh no no no. ******** me, what've I gotten myself into?"

And then with unabashed gusto, knocking his foot against the side of the bed to keep the beat, he finished the song and did his very best to continue mimicking the lead vocalist, even though it put a strain on his voice.

He coughed a little when he finished. "I hope that stays in your head all week," he cursed Chel.

"Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar~" Jack sang, grinning impishly as he accepted the water bottle. "Thank you." Unscrewing the cap, he guzzled it down, let Barbara rest for a moment, and laid back against the pillows.

"So you saw that, huh? Hanna and I were having a song off or whatever, so I decided to mess with her a little." Still smiling, less mischievous and more self-assured. "I'm totally winning, though. I have an amazing voice and, more importantly, a beautiful guitar as you've seen and heard." And Barbara was unmatched as far as he was concerned.

"Yes, mother." He made another show of drinking water.

Jack rolled his eyes, said, "Hanna's got nothing on me," and then scoffed his own phrasing. "I'll worry about the next one if she decides to retaliate. It was more challenging after all." He wondered what exactly Chel thought about it, carrying on conversationally as she did.

"I don't do country," he went on to say, his nose wrinkling. "Blues sometimes, but never country. ******** twang grates on my sensibilities."

He rolled his eyes again, but Chel's reasoning was unfortunately appealing to his inner imp. Even if Hanna did come up with a counter, he didn't mind swallowing his pride if it meant a chance of embarrassing her. Hell, he did just play Nickleback.

"S'not just about winning," Jack replied as he nudged her back with the water bottle. Barbara was staying in his lap where she belonged. "Maybe it's not your version of romance, but I think it's fun. Like flirting, but with more surprise and creativity to it. Nothing like some music in the middle of enduring an a*****e patient to brighten your day," he said with some fondness. "But I'll have you know I can be very romantic when I want to be, and so can she. We've had a coffee date at the graveyard before, for instance."