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Raven is settled in an armchair by the fire, legs sprawling over one arm, head tilted back across the other.

It's better than stretching, in some ways.

He's holding a plate of cookies on his belly, and occasionally eats one.

The rest of the time he hums, fingers picking absently at the unravelling sleeve of his coat.

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"Long day, long week--you?"

"Long, yes. It is not so much a surprise, I do not think."

He eats another cookie.

"Though it is not so difficult to keep busy."

He rubs his forehead. "Yeah, busy. And catching up with old friends." Raven would know something about that, yes?

"They were running?"

Raven is teasing.

Maybe.

"No."

"This made it easier, perhaps."

"She's my ex-fiancee. It won't be easy."

Raven blinks.

"The sex was problematic?"

"We naver had sex."

Raven does not smirk.

"Possibly that was the problem, yes?"

"No."

"Then it is a question of love?"

Someone is prying.

Prying is distracting.

This might be the point.

"You could say that."

"I could, yes."

Raven blinks at him.

"Would you?"

"I know how she feels about me."

Raven nods.

"It is a very good non-answer."

"Yep."

He's saying that a lot tonight. He must think he is Southern.

"You are wanting a cookie?"

"You have tollhouse?"

Blink.

"I have cookies, yes."

"--tollhouse cookies?"

"I do not know."

Raven shrugs and offers Jack the plate.

"I did not ask."

He frowns and digs out a chocolate chip cookie.

"It's a shame these things don't exist in my time."

Raven stares.

"It is a curse?"

"Of time."