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Lunch, Wednesday Lunchtime

You know, running around hopped up on eco all weekend really took a lot out of your energy reserves. Like, a real lot. Like, 'still scoffing away insane amounts of food on Wednesday' lots. Jak's plate was piled full enough to nearly achieve Tower of Babel status, and he was eying it with a kind of relaxed determination.

This was going to be awesome. Even if half the food the cafetaria served was, uh. Well.

There had to be some kind of animal in this world that tasted like that, right?

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Oh yeah. Jak was clearly at ease.

Too bad it was destined not to last.

"So. Dinah's pretty cool, huh?"

Yeah, she totally was. Jak grinned, then smirked in an innocent, if self-satisfied way. She was totally cool, adrenaline-fueled, and. Well, kind of hot, but he wasn't going to body-language that one that hard.

Priestly narrowed his eyes a little at the smirk, misreading it just a little. "So. Any deep, dark secrets I should know, before you two get too serious?"

Jak's brow furrowed and he blinked. Then he rubbed the back of his head. Not that he knew of? What went for a deep dark secret these days, anyway? Because yeah, he'd stolen some honey back when he was eight, so if Priestly wanted to know about that...

Priestly folded his hands on the table. "This is the threatening best friend speech, Jak. Now, you seem like a nice guy. And you seem to be good for Dinah, you get her whole . . . heights thing." Well, that was one way to put it. "I'm not entirely sure about the punching crabs and the . . . caffeine buzz or whatever you do back home, but, hey, not here to judge. But Dinah's the best person ever, and I just wanna make sure you keep that in mind."

During Priestly's whole speech, Jak's eyebrows had begun to dance in complicated patterns that demonstrated befuddlement at the interruption and a little bit of weird affront that someone was coming at him like this, although he wouldn't exactly have the words for it. ...Any more than he usually would.

He had just said Dinah was cool, right? Because Jak stuck by that kind of thing.

...And what was wrong with punching Lurker crabs?

As far as the crabs went, let's just say that Priestly had a . . . unique perspective on life.

For the rest of it. . . . Priestly finished his speech, then grinned lazily. "Right, so. That's out of the way. Dude, do you seriously have a flying motorcycle? 'Cause if Dinah didn't totally love you before, she probably did the minute she saw that, huh?"

Jak's village held all of ten people and was surrounded in territory full of man-eating Lurkers, including the crabs. He'd, you know, like if they didn't eat his village.

Jak's eyebrows slowly lowered into an only moderately dubious expression. Wait, Dinah totally loved him? Uh. She'd been very excited about the zoomer, he could communicate that through a slow nod, but-- Really?

Not that he was eager to find out. No.

Okay, so it might be a bit of hyperbole. But pretty standard hyperbole.

And, yeah, Dinah hadn't mentioned the man-eating part about the crabs.

"That's gotta be pretty sweet, dude. Does it have propellers? Or does it run on, like, magic or something?"

That was a quick switch back over from Dinah, you know, being into him. Jak was just going to take that one as a win? He blinked at Priestly's next question, and shook his head. No, not magic. He mimed a propellor at the front, tail flaps at the back.

If Priestly wanted more details, he'd... have to ask Jak's ex-girlfriend. That might be awkward.

Just a little bit, yeah. "So, in theory, it could totally work in, say, New Gotham." Priestly was pretty sure even Barbara would go all wide eyed over that one. And then he and Alfred could stand around and look worried in the corner while figuring out a mechanic in town with the expertise to make sure no one died.

Okay, so maybe that wasn't such a good plan.

"Where does one get a flying motorcycle, anyway?"

Jak shrugged, and eyed Priestly. You built it, duh. He spread his fingers out as if he was looking at a blueprint - he'd seen Keira do that enough - and mimed a wrench. Keira came up with a lot of shit Jak had no idea how to explain. He... mostly just flew them. Across lava. You know. Like a normal person.

Normal. Right.

"Dude, you made it?"

Ah, the joys of jumping to conclusions.

Jak blinked, and shook his head. Uh, no. He held up a finger. ... How did you mime 'someone else did' without attempting to mime your ex's figure? Jak was trying. Trying. He knew the person who did.

Yeah, Priestly was getting a little lost, here.

". . . Uh, can you write it down?"

With a sigh, Jak dug around his pocket for the laminated Precurian-to-Latin cheat sheet, and gestured. Did he have a napkin or something? Maybe a pen? Uh.

He looked like he was actually contemplating simply saying something.

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Priestly had his school bag with him, so, yeah, notebook and pen within easy reach. He pulled 'em out and handed them over, eying Jak's plate a little suspiciously.

Jak's plate was slowly cooling. That also meant it was teethering more.

Jak frowned at the cheat sheet, frowned at the notebook, frowned at the pen, and combined them all to write in noble chickenscratch, Keira builds them.

Priestly nodded. He didn't immediately guess that Keira was a girlfriend. I mean, here was a guy who was pretty much constantly surrounded by girls with whom he had a totally platonic relationship.

"So maybe a little hard to make sure you're getting preventative maintenance in other worlds. Unless you drag Keira along with you."

He shrugged, and jotted, painstakingly slow, Bring blueprint.

Then Jak put the pen down. Writing was hard work.

Priestly noticed that. "Dude, I gotta get you an ASL handbook or something."

Jak blinked at him, making a confused gesture. ASL? What?

Right, guy who needed a cheat sheet to write in English probably didn't know what ASL was. "American Sign Language. Sort of an . . . official way to talk with your hands." Priestly approximated the alphabet with his right hand. Badly. "Might be easier than trying to make up gestures on the go."

Jak rubbed the back of his head, looking slightly confused, but willing. Uh... sure?

"Plus, a whole lot less likely to get misinterpreted."

Jak shrugged in an agreeable way. He did get kind of sick of that.

Priestly nodded firmly. "It's settled then." He started to dig into his plate of food, then paused. "Oh, hey, Tony and I were thinking we should do a guys night or something. Get to know Dinah's new beau. You be down with something like that?"

Beau?

The unknown word got Priestly a weird glance.

Guy's night out didn't sound too bad, though, as long as there wouldn't be any weird comments about the completely natural practice of punching crabs, which meant Priestly got another, agreeable shrug.

Then a pause.

Uh... what were they going to do?

". . . You're not her beau?"

Jak squinted at him and mouthed the word 'beau' with a questioning look on his way. Seriously, what?

"Beau. Boy. Boyfriend."

Oh.

Oh.

Uh. He'd like to be? They hadn't talked about it? You know, if she was up to it. Uh.

Jak, there is only so much you can communicate by rubbing the back of your neck.

Priestly's eyes narrowed again. He wanted to like and trust Jak, he really did. And he totally got the "I dunno if we're like that like that" thing. But it was just so easy to misinterpret those little gestures.

"That better be a 'we're not official' neck rub, and not a 'I'm totally just leading her on' neck rub."

... Yeah. Jak pointed at him. That first one. That last one just made his face scrunge up into the international expression known as 'WTF'.

"Dude, like I said. Gestures are reeeeeal easy to misinterpret."

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