Jack was trying -- more or less successfully -- to cover his nerves with aggressive good cheer as he got to the mansion. The eclipse and the brownies both sounded fantastic, but he had the niggling fear the eclipse wouldn't work for him.
He smiled anyhow as he got to the door, brandishing a bottle of something poison green. "I come bearing sour apple Pucker," he said. "May I come in?"
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Date: 2013-10-17 09:50 pm (UTC)He smiled anyhow as he got to the door, brandishing a bottle of something poison green. "I come bearing sour apple Pucker," he said. "May I come in?"