"But you see," he leaned in, barely able to restrain laughing as he purposefully kept his expression as serious as possible. "I have to tell you a secret," Jack lowered his voice dramatically, as if confiding the darkest confidence that one could. "I don't like Spiderman, and always hoped the Green Goblin would win." Really, nothing much else could be said except for the fact that he thought that Peter Parker was about as whiny as he could get. At least Batman or Luke Skywalker had reasons, heck, Superman really had a reason to be moping about the place. Spiderman just liked to whine.
Plus he had even said in one comic that Jack had glimpsed in his brother Luke's collection that Parker had even said...hold your gasps here ladies and gentlemen, "I never liked Star Wars." Blasphemy.
Jack laughed, even as he could feel the familiar thrum of caffeine working its way through his bloodstream. Through school, especially the last two years, he had relied on coffee more than he should have to get through finals and studying. Thankfully he was a quick study, and intelligent and lucky enough that he could absorb vast amounts of information in short amounts of time and not need to review. He could tell you the major coups and incursions into South American countries by foreign entities as much as he could tell you that Kaylee Frye had a fetish for strawberries or Han Solo's best friend was Chewbacca.
It was far easier to fall back into a more relaxed and comfortable atmosphere with Eve than he would have thought, something that would have struck him as odd if he had not normally been quite easy-going.
Still, there was a completely serious moment when their eyes met that caught Jack off guard. After a moment where he was trying to figure out that breathing was still possible, he smiled. Slowly, but surely. "Thanks Eve," the words did not quite break the moment, more like rebounding and falling on nearly deaf ears. "You definitely don't suck either." Entirely not registering that it could be taken any other way than he had meant it, he nodded and returned his attention to the cards in his hands as she chose a game.
"Great," Jack grinned happily, his hair seeming just as pleased, although that may have been more from the fact that she had ruffled his hair a couple minutes before and he had yet to press it back down. "Pop taught Katie, Luke and I how to play when we were little. The three of us used to play for Oreos before Luke could even read more than what card he had." A little brown-haired boy, a much smaller red-head and an impish toddler had made quite the sight, all peering over their too large cards at each other. Throwing black and white cookies into the 'pot.'
He dealt the cards swiftly, but carefully. Even if his movements and speech were slightly sped up from the boost of energy his sugared and creamed coffee had gifted him.