CJ's Office Hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She's flipping through the Neiman Marcus catalog she picked up, listening to her headphones. Every now and again she sings along to snippets of Manilow, The Carpenters, and Neil Diamond. If anyone needs to talk, she's here.

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"You like gardening?" Jack askes. "I suppose everyone's got a quirk..."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Jack [She says sharply, her voice softening out immediately.] Respect, sweetie.

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

A slight shrug, "I love gardening, it's very stress relieving." he awkwardly stands, glancing down at CJ for a moment, "You're more than welcome to come and see."--a pause--"If you like?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

But the point, right? [She smiles, standing to move over by Jack.]

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Justin feels a bit out of place now that her son is here, or soon to be son, he doesn't know how to carry on the business of lunch for fear of insulting him. "Well, the garden is always in need of guests." he smiles smally at her.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

And it's really not too cold? It's still blooming? [She gives Jack a warning look, and steps away a bit.]

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

"Nonsense. There are hundreds of flowers that bloom in winter, darling." he chuckles softly, "The amaryllis bloom in the winter, all through Spring. Quite lovely."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[Jack is good, and says nothing. But he doesn't exactly control his face well.]

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Justin notes the look on the boys face and becomes even more uncomfortable, "Ribbon Flowers are utterly brillant this time of year, stunning lavender purple." he tries to think of some more he might have in the garden, he downcasts his look from Jack to his own hands.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Watching Justin, she turns and glares at Jack for a second.] Justin, I think that sounds absolutely wonderful. [She moves to him and lowers her voice] Would you mind terribly if I talked to Jack alone? He's...sensitive.

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

"Oh no, ofcourse not." he excuses himself from the office, closing the door lightly behind him and taking a seat outside. He's rather sensitive himself.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Once he's gone, she assumes far away, she lays into Jack...] CHIP, what in the HELL are you doing?