"Please tell me I didn’t cry over pizza last night."
A laugh escapes before Jack can stop it. Not a mean one. Just the kind that says he's already remembered exactly what happened.
"No, you didn't," he says, shaking his head as he sets a mug of coffee down in front of her. "You cried over pizza and people who put fish or fruit on it. Apparently pineapple was a personal betrayal."
The corner of his mouth twitches as he slides a couple aspirin across the counter toward her.
"Here. Coffee and aspirin for that hangover." He jerks a thumb toward the kitchen behind him. "I've got a greasy breakfast cooking for you. Should help soak up whatever alcohol is still floating around in your system." A brief pause follows before he adds, dryly, "And before you ask, no, I'm not telling you everything else you said until you've had caffeine."
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