Jack's the first to stroll in, and he stops in his tracks as he notices Wellard.
"Son, thought you were meant to be resting." He shoots a glance at Mary, adding under his breath, "Fine lot of help you are, little missy."
It's about at this point that he notices the chest standing open on his table, and clear alarm flashes in the black eyes. With studied casualness, Jack strolls across the room and then turns around to face them all once he reaches the table, spreading his hands wide for balance as he does so and grinning disarmingly.
It's probably a coincidence that one of his hands happens to knock the chest lid closed, and the chest itself is now hidden behind his back.
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Date: 2006-10-25 03:50 am (UTC)"Son, thought you were meant to be resting." He shoots a glance at Mary, adding under his breath, "Fine lot of help you are, little missy."
It's about at this point that he notices the chest standing open on his table, and clear alarm flashes in the black eyes. With studied casualness, Jack strolls across the room and then turns around to face them all once he reaches the table, spreading his hands wide for balance as he does so and grinning disarmingly.
It's probably a coincidence that one of his hands happens to knock the chest lid closed, and the chest itself is now hidden behind his back.
Really.