Jack tries, he tries really hard not to flinch in case Cohen takes offense, but he does anyway because his head ohhhhhghhhgh wow he will never envy normal humans if this is what happens after they drink, blehgh
okay okay no focus, the issue at hand. Cohen's talking about a masterpiece and it's not his own. Fuck. Fuck, okay, what had he done last night, that might be an important place to start.
Jack tries to remember, and while he can recall himself and Atlas poking around old Mercury apartments, it stops being clear after a cabinet of green bottles and is outright gone... Sometime after that. He can't recall anything clearly in between, shit. Okay. Okay. New plan, roll with the punches.
He gets his feet under him, and tries to... To look awake and coherent and not like he's hungover beyond function.
"Ahhhh - Masterpiece, it's - s'just - simmering," Jack says like he knows what he's talking about, please god Cohen please buy the shit he's shilling.
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okay okay no focus, the issue at hand. Cohen's talking about a masterpiece and it's not his own. Fuck. Fuck, okay, what had he done last night, that might be an important place to start.
Jack tries to remember, and while he can recall himself and Atlas poking around old Mercury apartments, it stops being clear after a cabinet of green bottles and is outright gone... Sometime after that. He can't recall anything clearly in between, shit. Okay. Okay. New plan, roll with the punches.
He gets his feet under him, and tries to... To look awake and coherent and not like he's hungover beyond function.
"Ahhhh - Masterpiece, it's - s'just - simmering," Jack says like he knows what he's talking about, please god Cohen please buy the shit he's shilling.
"Giving it time to... Y'know... build flavour."
Jack has never cooked anything ever.