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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits in one of the chairs by the fireplace, singing to his daughter in a language long gone. The words would seem familiar, though: all lullabies, are their core, are about the same thing.

Love you, precious child. Love you.

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[jack_inthegreen]

"Of course. I'll probably have the baby with me but she's quiet except when she feels neglected."

[inquisitivehero]

"She is most welcome, as is Gil. You would all have been on our invite list anyway, even if you werent performing the ceremony. "

Then he blinks and facepalms.

"Oh, you mesant to talk about it... and yes, she is welcome there too."

[jack_inthegreen]

"Yes, I meant with that--an attempt at a joke. My sense of humor is a bit . . . well, it's mine, anyway."

[inquisitivehero]

Hank grins.

"And ight noew, my brain is tied into work and this nd so isnt working as fast as it should. Thank you, again."

[jack_inthegreen]

"Just let me know when and what you want me to say," Jack says. "It'll be fine. Have a lovely day, Hank."

[inquisitivehero]

He smiles.

"And you as well."

And he heads off to the Infirmary, bouncing even more.