Welcome to Gaia! ::

He was still silent and intent on grating the ******** out of this stupid cheese block until her last comment. "Coffee in the graveyard was her idea," he conceded in a grumble. "Still would have stopped it sooner or later, though. We respected each other but I didn't want a like situation." More grating. "I still would've told you no even if I hadn't been with her at the time."

"Thanks but no thanks. How is it going with that guy anyway? Any extra threatening been going on?" He added a third silent question by gesturing at the grated cheese, wondering if this was enough or not.

He didn't believe her—Chel had downplayed her Merlin stuff at points as well—but as with Nevada, he decided not to force it out of her. Eying the mound of cheese critically, he shaved off a little more and was satisfied.

"Sun to clear it out, barrier daggers if the infestation is particularly bad. Or I could do it myself," he said a little smugly. "I've been pretty good in battles lately, like I told you earlier. But I know the further into town you go, the worse it gets."

Owain made a tittering noise that made the hunter snort.

He went back to leaning against the counter, arms crossed as he watched her pile in the ingredients. "I've royally ******** up if the whole point was to get away from you," Jack pointed out. "Really, all I want is a place by the graveyard. Or by a dead tree. Something with a forlorn aesthetic. I doubt I'd get that pleasure with a second floor room, and the abandoned house part is already checked off for the ones in town." Priorities.

"Yeah." Your loser, he almost said, but that sounded as weird as boyfriend had to her. Jack metaphorically wriggled under the question because even though it was the future, it was still strange to think about, even despite them both having slept in the other's room. He cold easily map out what he would do work-wise, but personal matters had started to become a little confusing.

"More important to consider is if there's room for three," Jack said with his dry smile, deflecting away from an actual answer. "For those wild nights in."

Eyerolling commenced as he crouched and fetched the pan. Owain was already sending suggestions, most of them a continuous stream of images about an anachronistic feast that he fed to Chel on and off as she cooked: a giant table with wooden tools in the shape modern silverware (as he still wasn't comfortable with metal) and wine glasses, comfy chairs with goose down stuffing for cushions, a large knife (stuck all the way in to hide the blade) stuck in a roast turducken (he had heard the term once while Jack was about in November and had been curious ever since; the giant imagined it as a giant chimera of a bird with three heads and three layers of delicious meat), bottles and bottles of soda but also water just in case, a smorgasbord of food that seemed overtaken by mushrooms and herbs and spices more than it was meat (partially from preference as sunlight and soil were apparently not appropriate meals, partially from his understanding of the human diet, and partially out of respect for Jack, which the hunter did not add while translating for Chel).

"In other news, we should carve our initials into a tree," he added casually, the corners of his mouth curling in satisfaction as Owain made a distressed noise. "You know, like normal couples used to do."

Owain did it for her: of course there would be chivalric ideals being held, if more romanticized than he remembered as knights were still soldiers after all--

"Uh-huh," Jack said absently to them both as something occurred to him. "You do also realize at some point I want to see you dressed up tpp, Chel? This isn't a one-way street."

"Then we'll have fond memories of you jumping on tables and scratching your a**. But at some point you are going to do it for me." He wasn't budging.