Re: quicklog: wren, luke, jack
How heavy are the boxes? [Wren asked the question with a little smile, simplistic innocence that came across as being really, really genuine. If they weren't too bad, she'd even go with Evie to help. She could volunteer, but she wasn't sure if people volunteered to carry boxes. But then Jack said he was looking for something else, and she pouted a little, her box-carrying plans going up in smoke.] Are you thinking of anywhere specific?
[Wren smiled as Jack ruffled Lia's curls, and the baby giggled and pulled herself up using Jack's pant leg, until she was standing with one arm up, pacifier back in her mouth, and demanding to be carried while she babbled around the pacifier.
Gus wanted to show Jack his games, and Wren remembered just how much the little boy had idolized Luke's best friend, and it did seem like it had been a long, long time since Jack had been around. She wasn't sure if that was true, or maybe it was just time playing tricks. It did that since the bad door, and time slipped, and she didn't notice. Gus would say he hadn't eaten all day, and maybe it was like that, though she didn't really think dead children needed to eat. But Luke said they did, and so she fed them.
She listened as Luke told Jack that everything was okay, and maybe she frowned just a tiny, tiny bit. She didn't mean to, but she did, and it was Jack talking about whether or not lifting boxes was something Evie would like that made her stop and pay attention again. She thought about it a few seconds longer, about Evie and boxes, and she was pretty sure Evie would rather stay in dangerous Gotham with her hats.
But Lia got swooped up then, and she giggled enough to drop her pacifier on Jack's face, and Wren smiled; Lia giggled a lot for a little dead girl.]
Do you want something to eat, Jack? Or something to drink? [She asked the question as she stood and started toward the kitchen, though maybe, maybe she gave Jack a little look before glancing over at Luke with a smile.]