Oh Dear. It was going to be very hard to keep a straight face that day, Jack could sense it the moment he heard that laugh. The children, who were all about seven, were giggling madly behind their hands as he walked up to them, and he was having a great deal of trouble not doing the same. Biting his lower lip, he locked the van up and did a quick head count as Ethan began his act with the children. It was precious, and they looked so incredibly enthralled with the whole thing. And they were buying it as well- not a single one of them questioned it, not for a second.
But then Ethan was talking to him, and Jack had to all but bite his fist to stop from cracking up then and there. “Actually, I’m their Reverend,” he said, that thick accent making his ‘r’ sound ever so Bostonian, and the‘d’ was dropped all together. His nose flared a bit, his eyes sweeping up and down on the other man. Not to check him out, but rather to see that incredibly amusing costume he’d put on. “You look very evil today,” he informed Ethan, the kids almost humming with excitement. They barely let Ethan reply before they started shouting questions at him, ranging from the almost sensible ‘do we get to see your lab’ to ‘did you eat mac and cheese today’?