He only grinned and shook his head. "Protest all you want, but between the angel thing and the best friend thing, I have come to the conclusion that you think the world of me."
Avice sighed. "Oh, I'm sure that's just what you want me to think." A smile appeared on her face again.
He raised his hands in surrender. "You got me," he said. "All day, I've just been vying for your attention."
(My God the banter between these two is great!) Jared began to think deeply on who Ajdes attacker could have been. Put of anyone... ANYONE on the ship... who was it?
Jack only chuckled, shaking his head and taking their plates. "I'll go put these away," he said. "Be right back." * * * Ellia noticed that Jared stood by, apparently thinking hard. She stood up and walked over to him. "Do you need any help with clean up?" she asked, her head cocked. (Just out of curiosity, who do you guys think the attacker is?)
Jared's eyes locked onto Ellia almost instantly. He snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh, Erm, sure? If you really want to." He said. "Just grab all the bowls and bring them into the kitchen if you could." (I think it might be Rhys. We haven't heard from him in a while)
(Oh, interesting. Okay.) "Do you not eat the meals you prepare?" Ellia asked, piling bowls and various silver wear into her arms.
"Generally, if there are leftovers. If not, I'll make my own meal." He said, picking up the pot by its handles.
"God no. Not with those smelly oaths..." He said, talking about the generic sailors. "I can't concentrate with them yelling and beating each other senselessly. I've seen what they've been doing to each other while they're paired up." Jared allowed Ellia to go through the door first before going through it himself.
"Oh, they're not that bad," she said as they walked across the dark deck. "Smelly, I guess, is an accurate descriptor, but they're not all ruthless."
"You've had more time to be around them." Jared said, putting the pot down on the deck for a moment before lifting it back up. "If you could open the door, that would be great." He nodded his head to the door to the kitchen.
She obliged, pushing open the door gently. "I suppose," she said. "But you've been here for, what, a year?"
"11 months and 17 days I believe." He said, without hesitation. He carefully walked past Ellia and into the kitchen. He put the pot down in the corner of the room.
