Jack and Scorpius
Jack jumped slightly when Scorpius spoke to him. He blinked owlishly and looked at him. "I...I wouldn't know who to ask," he said. He didn't really know anyone. He didn't know who had organised the gathering, or who was in charge of the meal.
"I can wait," he said softly. Jack wasn't a mousy little wall flower, but he hadn't really found his place in this strange, modern world. Roswell was unlike Oz in almost every way.