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'Didn't know if it would take,' Jack says, and James's mouth twists to hold back the smirk-- or perhaps indeed the snort, were he a lesser man. As if an order were a shirt that might be a bit tight around the chest, but needed some wearing to make sure. James will accept that; it's not as if Jack has ever been in the habit of issuing orders to him, though James has heard him bark admirably at his crew when the occasion has called for it.
'Huzzah,' he concurs dryly, with a faint curl of one of his own hands, cuff flopping loosely as he lifts his arm, and he gives Jack a brief, brushing kiss, a tease and a play at propriety. 'If we are having a garden party--' and Jack is the one who established that in the first place, so James will be maintaining it-- 'there is an abhorrent lack of champagne. And a distinct dearth of string quintets. But I do rather feel that champagne in this instance is the more important of the two.'
James is not precisely what one would call familiar with the workings of multiversal nexuses, but he's familiar enough that when a white-painted, wrought iron table with a bottle and two champagne flutes on it is suddenly there where there was neither table nor bottle before, his reaction is confined to a blink and a tiny, pleased smirk. Which he turns on Jack with a lift of one eyebrow.
'Well, then. Champagne, Captain Sparrow?'
'Didn't know if it would take,' Jack says, and James's mouth twists to hold back the smirk-- or perhaps indeed the snort, were he a lesser man. As if an order were a shirt that might be a bit tight around the chest, but needed some wearing to make sure. James will accept that; it's not as if Jack has ever been in the habit of issuing orders to him, though James has heard him bark admirably at his crew when the occasion has called for it.
'Huzzah,' he concurs dryly, with a faint curl of one of his own hands, cuff flopping loosely as he lifts his arm, and he gives Jack a brief, brushing kiss, a tease and a play at propriety. 'If we are having a garden party--' and Jack is the one who established that in the first place, so James will be maintaining it-- 'there is an abhorrent lack of champagne. And a distinct dearth of string quintets. But I do rather feel that champagne in this instance is the more important of the two.'
James is not precisely what one would call familiar with the workings of multiversal nexuses, but he's familiar enough that when a white-painted, wrought iron table with a bottle and two champagne flutes on it is suddenly there where there was neither table nor bottle before, his reaction is confined to a blink and a tiny, pleased smirk. Which he turns on Jack with a lift of one eyebrow.
'Well, then. Champagne, Captain Sparrow?'
