Re: Quicklog: Jack & Newt at the B&B
[Jack had, in childhood, always been in movement. It was an expression of nerves or a fear of stillness or a simple byproduct of his brain. Newt had never quite figured it out, though he suffered similarly. Even now, he was wriggling his toes in his boots and bothering with the latch on his case.—He did notice, however, that speaking seemed to bring Jack to a temporary stillness, which, to a magizooligist's mind, was fascinating.
Newt's smile edged on sheepish, but it was earnest. Coin-bright eyes met Jack's and averted.] There are a great many dialects, you see. [He had ceased thinking about money. For the moment, in any case.
The non-given (non-had) answer that seeded a smile on Jack's face confused Newt, but earned a reflection all the same.] Yes...? [He looked away again. Money rose on the horizon like a sun in the conversation, and Newt shifted on the bed. It was, he realized belatedly, quite comfortable and he settled further with the cat snoozing upon his lap. His gaze turned 'round the room, taking it in. He and Jack had shared a house, obviously, once. But, it was as sprawling as it was crumbling, and he wasn't certain they had ever been in such close quarters together. He seemed to think on that, and had no immediate response for the suggestion he take a room.]