That mischievous glint in the dark-haired woman's eyes didn't go unnoticed; Jack recognized it for what it was, and shot her an equally mischievous smirk. He knew he'd have done the same thing, though in his own honest-I-didn't-mean-to faux-innocent way. This girl was a woman after his own heart. So instead of crawling off to his apartment (which he had barely even set foot in since moving here), he steeled his gag reflex against the smell of the uncapped jar, leaned against one of the columns, and waited for the purple-haired girl's reaction.