[ @meimdishonest from here.]
-
He looked at her in confusion for a moment. Started chuckling. “I do have Sol looking after me, you know.” His chuckles grew to full blown belly laughing. He tried twice to speak, failed, tried a third time. “Can you define “eating well” for me?” Jack sobered by recalling times when he barely at all. Like when he’d been branded and had not quite managed the art of theft yet.
“Yeah, you do, but how often do you actually listen to her?” She knew he loved Soleil with everything he had, but taking her advice when he didn’t want to? That one would be up for debate. Chuckling along, she waited for Jack to stop laughing - hoping she might be off the hook for adding anything more, but it wasn’t to be. “Not so much eating well as eating properly.” But how did you explain it to a man for whom dark rum and light rum were two of the major food groups? “Making sure your body has everything it needs.”
