"Well, I don't have a wench at home so I've got to find some elsewhere." Okay, maybe he'd passed one too many teasing comments toward Jason about redheads. He took another drink from his cup. "Special."
It was weird, to think that through everything with Sherlock, Jim seemed to be some sort of weird constant. He didn't know what to think about it still. Really, he wasn't sure he ever would understand this place. "I'm not sure I know what half of those things are." He admitted, motioning to the paper in Jim's hand. It certainly wasn't anything like he'd get in Ravenmoore, for the most part.