Re: first class - baths
Normally Jack wasn't the least bit agreeable and, had he been his usual non-skeleton self, he might have had a few attempts on his life under his belt already. But the spindly pumpkin king didn't like to argue, didn't like to upset anyone, and so when she stomped her foot and insisted that she was hard to understand he simply shrugged. "Alright," he said. She could be very perplexing, that much was true. He nodded emphatically, head wobbling on his neck, because yes, people who loved her counted for a lot. "Oh, yes. Of course it does! That's very important, people who love you. Family too." Why, it was everything, and that rang true clear as a bell. Forget Sallys and Mister Js; who needed them?
Oh, he knew trouble. He knew mischief and mayhem and tricks, but he didn't mind one bit. If his smile could've melted clean off his face it would have, that's how silly and turned around he was with not one but two kisses from his brand new friend still warm and wet on his cheeks. "Me too," he admitted, even though that felt wrong; he was sure he'd done more, a lot more, and more than once to boot... but he couldn't remember when and it didn't fit his persona for the night, no, it did not. So he didn't bother correcting himself, not when he'd get it all confused anyway. But he was sure that he couldn't remember anybody ever looking at him like she was, like he was something great, and he liked it. He liked it a lot.
He'd never been a sidekick, not here or there or anywhere, but she actually wanted to be in his presence; it was more than tolerance, and he didn't want to lose that. "Okay," he agreed, taking hold of the hammer and getting used to the feel of it in his hands. "I'm not worried about Mister J," he assured her, before cocking his head to the side. "What do sidekicks do?"