"I prefer the sound of my cherry. Makes me feel nostalgic," Jack shot Greg a toothy grin and a waggle of his brows as he sat down, his good arm going around whichever twin it was on that side (hard to tell from the top of their heads. Jack would work on that). He gave a surprised noise at the spin and looked back at Greg, "Goodness, aren't your girls good at this! I tried steering Jules once and there was a ten chair collusion. And the hall was empty."