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Eight Bells: [Action/Written]

[Luceti, Jack Sparrow now has drapes. They are lovely drapes, made of something like spiderweb silk and dyed a nice, neutral, manlyish color. The furniture and silver are both polished. There is even a new rug on the living room floor. Everything looks very home-ish.

Jack's clothes, on the other hand, are strewn all over the place, and every drop of dairy is badly curdled. Missing is a pair of trousers and Jack's Jolly Roger t-shirt.

Archie Kennedy comes dashing into town from the Cullen House wearing a pair of trousers and a Jolly Roger t-shirt. He'll make his way as quickly as is possible to his own apartment to get dressed properly so no one will suspect he spent the week with Jack--least of all Jack. He can be run into at any point.

After all this is accomplished and he's eaten something at Seventh Heaven that does not include porridge, honey, or cream, he will sit down to write this note.]

May I speak with a tailor in this town?

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You made drapes? I had to have a giant turtle computer whiz re-program me on the fly. [ which would not have happened without jack's intervention. ] We all had a tough week.

Well. It's over, at least, and it could have been worse.

[He considers a moment.] Would you like tea?

I don't suppose I could upgrade to a diet coke, could I?

[ she's still holding on to jack's things. ] Tea'll do just fine.

I don't think I have any of that. I wanted to ask you something. Just wait here a moment and I'll be back with the tea.

Sure. I'll just -- I'll grab a seat, make myself at home.

[ she does this. ]

[He returns from the kitchen a few minutes later with two cups of tea, still steeping with the teabags in them. He sets one down in front of her on the coffee table, then sets his own down beside it.] Do you take sugar?

[He is not offering cream. He refuses to look at cream.]

Lots of it, please.

[ she will miss the cream. ;_; ]

[When he returns with the sugar cubes, he sets them beside her so she can add as many as she likes.] Very nice to have, bags of tea.

[ and add she does. ]

...They are? [ she figures there's always been tea bags. ]

Very nice indeed. Makes it all much more convenient. [He sits down on the couch and picks up his own cup, taking a careful sip.]

As opposed to...?

[ she has yet to be fully acquainted with tea not in bags. soon, though. soon. thanks to raine. ]

Loose leaves. [Another modern convenience, he supposes, that no one in Buffy's time has ever gone without.]

Oh. Right. But isn't that supposed to be better or something?

[ she always figured loose leaf tea was somehow more upscale. ]

Well, it...certainly is different. [He doesn't really care about the papery taste, though. Never ask a navy man or a bachelor about fine dining.]

[ she lifts and dunks the tea-bag, considering it. she supposes they are pretty useful. ]

I never even drank much tea before living here, to be honest.

[He puts down his cup.] Well, I wanted to ask you something.

[ she takes a sip, eying him over the mug. ] Sure. What is it?

[He begins, like he's gone over it in his head so as to put it as delicately as possible.]

Dawn once told me she thought the gowns of my era were beautiful, so I thought I'd have someone make her one. As a gift.

Oh. Really? Uhm -- wow.

[ a little between mystified and impressed. ]

[Here's the hard part. Deep breath.]

If I'm to do it, I'd need her measurements to give to the dressmaker.

[ buffy pauses for a moment before she nods. ]

So you thought you'd ask big sister. Okay. I think I can handle this. [ after all, dresses from his era had to be all modest and covering, right? right. awesome. ]

[Color him relieved that she isn't calling him a pervert.] I-I don't know what measurements are needed. I don't even know who to ask about this. But I found a book that had pictures, and...well. I hope it's enough.

[ 'pervert' would come into play if buffy thought for a second this was entering the realm of naughty underwear. ]

I'll take her to see Shiki -- she's got my digits on record and makes pretty much my whole wardrobe to order. Dawn won't suspect a thing, she'll just be expecting a super cute jacket or something from the village's best designer.

Are you certain? [He's picking up a book and turning to a specific dog-eared page.] You can show her this?

[He holds out the book to the page with this picture.]

[ she touches the image. ] She'll know exactly what measurements to take. Can I borrow this? And show her?

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