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day 3, morning
[ As promised, Jack is up bright and early (or at least as early as everyone else is) in the morning of day 3. The trial and subsequent execution were still weighing on his mind, but... Probably not as much as it should. It wasn't too difficult for him to morally parse, because even if she'd been innocent, Diva sounded like a pretty awful person. So, really? He didn't care all that much.
Far more important was the interesting little store he'd heard the beginnings of from Shijima. Throwing out pancakes was the most half-assed bribe possible, he would bet, but it still worked. So, good enough.
He's stirring up the basic batter, but he looks back towards Shijima with a grin. He actually seems to be enjoying cooking for her, even if he has a secondary motivation for doing so. ]
So! What're ya feelin', kiddo? Plain pancakes, or more extravagant? I bet I could see what we'd get from the commissary for requesting, y'know, not shit from a can.
Far more important was the interesting little store he'd heard the beginnings of from Shijima. Throwing out pancakes was the most half-assed bribe possible, he would bet, but it still worked. So, good enough.
He's stirring up the basic batter, but he looks back towards Shijima with a grin. He actually seems to be enjoying cooking for her, even if he has a secondary motivation for doing so. ]
So! What're ya feelin', kiddo? Plain pancakes, or more extravagant? I bet I could see what we'd get from the commissary for requesting, y'know, not shit from a can.