A Studio Apartment, Emma's Manhattan, Monday Night

[bitten_notshy]

It had been almost a week since the curse ended, and Jack had not made a great deal of progress toward Project New Life. (It was daunting, was what it was -- the process of picking up pieces he hadn't put down with much care when he'd left six weeks before. Easier to hide in a different world and pretend he had all the time in the world.)

Anyhow. Today he actually had made some progress. Spurred by his conversation with Mitchell, he'd navigated his way to an interdimensional website and found a few jobs worth applying to. Nothing special, busywork in offices, but any one of them would keep his hands and brain occupied. He sent a few resumes in and called out for pizza. He and Emma weren't Valentine's people, per se, but dinner together the day before seemed safe enough.

[OOC: For Miss Frost, or for texts and such.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"You would be hideously bored as a kept man," Emma pointed out, laughing. "I can't see you taking up knitting to pass the time."

[bitten_notshy]

"You know, Sebastien tried to teach me?" Jack laughed in return. "It's the one thing I never took to."

[icecoldfrost]

"What, no making sweaters for penguins caught up in oil-spills? No tea cozies?" Emma teased. "I think I'm shocked; I thought you could do anything you set your mind to doing."

[bitten_notshy]

"I could, but that doesn't mean I want to," Jack answered. "There's too much sitting still in knitting. Though now you have me feeling sorry for the penguins."

[icecoldfrost]

"Have you ever seen Mr. Drake as a penguin?" Emma asked. "I feel sorry for him, too. He'd be quite dashing in a little sweater."

SORRY, BOBBY.

"We'd have to find you another leisure activity then. Dominoes?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack gave her what he hoped was a withering look. "You can't think of anything better for me to do than dominoes?"

he might have demonstrated what he meant, but the buzzer sounded for the pizza delivery.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma made a disgruntled sound and got out of his way so he could get the door. "I could think of a few things," she offered, "-but I was trying to think of sedate things for a kept man."

"You could always start a literary circle? Run a scandalous salon of some sort out of the back room."

[bitten_notshy]

"I could go back into politics," Jack tossed over his shoulder, and fumbled for his wallet and paid for the pie.

Once the delivery man was dispatched, he brought the box over to his tiny table. "Could you get drinks out of the icebox?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma glared and pointed at him. "No more politics!" she yelled, hauling herself off the futon to go rummage in the fridge for sodas or beer. "You are banned, darling. A year, at least. My poor fragile heart can't take it."

[bitten_notshy]

"Can I work for an activist group if there's no cloak and dagger involved?" Jack wondered, though in a meeker tone. "Superhuman rights and magic are valid fields in my world, you know."

[icecoldfrost]

"If they meet during daylight hours, and you carry pepper spray," Emma retorted. "I swear, darling, sometimes you try and shorten all our lives with worry."