Platinum brows shot up in surprise at the open use of such a crass word, but almost immediately after he shrugged it off as just being Cam. It was not that he wasn't use to her sailor tongue, it was more the echo it made that he was sure would carry beyond the stone walls of the mess hall, perhaps to reach facility ears. "I wanted to do this the easy way, outside but you forced my hand!" and just as the final words left his mouth, it was replaced by a glob of cold and very used oatmeal. The expression on his face changed from mischievous-carefree to that of complete disgust accompanied by a gag noise.
"Ah man..." he muttered, standing straight once again and whipping the back of his hand against his soiled mouth, casting a glance downward at the splattered mess over his nice clean blue hoodie. Looks like he'll have to do laundry again later today, thanks Cam. Thanks so much. "This is how you wanna play. I gottcha..." with a curled lip, baring his teeth in a playful growl. He too dashed to safety, pivoting on the ball of his clunky winter boots, he took cover behind the Slytherin table, with a few fearful shakes to tell him to take a hike and find another place to seek shelter. Like heck! It's dangerous out there, didn't they know? It was like an Quaker oatmeal minefield. Yeesh!
Fishing around in his connected pocket, feeling the moisture of the melting balls of snow and deciding that they were becoming too hard and saturated with water to use safely. Under normal circumstances, when his natural magic worked with him, the snow would have remained in it's original form, but sadly it was not the case this time, at least for a little while until they figured this non magic thing out. This was just in fun, after all, and he really didn't want to hurt Cam. Maybe just teach her a lesson. That some things are best left outside, and she shouldn't have kept him waiting? Something like that. So, discarding the two left onto the floor before he turned, crouched behind the table not far from where she had taken refuge.
"This is a waste of food, you know..." his eyes scanning the table for...oh. He was definitely going to have to take one for the team, but it would be well worth it if she was going to be playing dirty. Maneuvering low, Jack quickly moved along the length of the table until he passed a younger student about to finish his cereal. When Jack scooped it up before his spoon could dip back into the thick sugar blend milk, he was oblivious to the protest. Just the focus of the mission at hand, and the shot he was certain to take while carrying it out. Stepping to the dark wooden bench, following through to the table, he made a straight line straight for Cam's hiding spot with the bowl of sticky cream (lawl) balanced in his hand. She was gonna be cleaning this crap outta her hair for hours. Well, he figured since she has so much of it!