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Jack of the Frost is back in the bar, with a box. He's trying to tie ribbon around it, like a present, and it's failing utterly.

Ribbon is too damned fiddly.

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Jack sighs, a bit for both of them, because tendrils of Frost are curling through him slowly. The two merging gently, being together.

"Most welcome, love."

Her lips curve slowly once more, lashes low.

"Always and only for you."

He, (Frost,) leans up and kisses the side of her jaw, a cool promise.

She hums lightly, chin tilting obligingly and smile curving into a grin.

"Just as long as all of this sap stays nice and quiet."

A low chuckle.

"I have something of a reputation to be taking care of."

Really badly, really.

"I know, sweet thing."

She does pay attention sometimes.

"I did not so much mind - he is clever, your boy."

"

He slides an arm around her, suddenly, and draws her close, so he can press a kiss to her temple.

"Do you not want some coddling of your own, love?"

Her eyes are bright, voice teasing and fingers snaking lightly at his neck.

"Though you know I will gladly follow."

He sheer beauty, potency, grace, power, respelendance.

His fingers trace the words, the thoughts, on her skin where they touch.

"Oh," she murmurs and the words taper off into a pleased purr, eyes closed to slits.

Leaning closer.

"That sounds rather inspired as well, love."

He rests his forehead against her shoulder.

She presses a kiss to the top of his head, fingers running lines along his spine.

"And pretty words? If you are not careful, sweet thing, I am bound to become spoiled."

For being there for Jack. Annoying Jack. Adoring Jack. Lost Jack.

"He reminds me of my boy."

The youngest - he's wicked and ridiculous and tries much too hard - she's fond of him.

"And he is yours," and that's all that really matters.

Frost needs to meet him, at least. If she's fond of him.

"It could be arranged, dear." she replies. "Zelos still listens when I tell him things."

It's a novelty.

Jack's listening too.

"Zelos is a brat - an insufferable one, really, but that might be why I like him. He is forever trying to be noticed - it is what he is, I suppose."

A laugh, quiet and genuinely amused.

"Is he patient or impatient?" Jack wants to know. Frost, he wonders

"Zelos is Jealousy - more competitive than anything else. He prefers to look younger and teases the nymph something awful, but that is mostly because she ruffles his hair and refuses to cry when he tugs hers back."

They amuse her.

Zelos was the reason the nymph seemed so terribly interesting in the first place. Anyone who deals successfully with her brats for more than five minutes is worth at least a cursory glance.

"He tugs Lethe's hair?"

Jack gives the table a dark look. No one should pick on Lethe.

Another laugh.

"Lethe is a much bigger girl than you think, little love. She shoved him in the river first time he did it - couldn't remember his name for a week."

The grin curls pleasantly. This is loving parenthood ... really it is.

"Hah."

He smiles, not entirely happily, but it is a smile.

"I have learned, though, that because you can survive something does not mean you deserve to have it happen to you."

"There is no love lost for hair-pulling, dear. Zelos just likes attention - and the nymph was a great dear more shy than she is now."

Hair-pulling is, by far, the least that occurred between her siblings.

"He is a bit childish, not violent. That's Bia."

"I will avoid Bia, then."

He yawns, and lets Frost deal with the whole question.