"Yeah, no thanks. Prizes are fun and all but it's nice to look out the windows and see fucking sky," Jack snorted slightly as he leaned back to get more comfortable in his position. He stretched his arms out along the rim of the tub before apparently realizing how cold that was, then tucked them back into the water again. For a moment, listening to the sound of the water gurgling, he missed the sound of the magpies. Though, winter was supposed to be quiet anyway, right?
"I got KFC from the prize machine down there once," he snorted once his brain got back on track. "Like, a whole big bucket of fresh KFC chicken. Like they just walked over and picked it up across the street, it was amazing. No biscuits or mashed potatoes, which was kind of cheap, but still good. The weirdest shit comes out of that thing."