The hoteliers of Deucalion or The new Nevermoor scandal

»Meanings«

Morrigan's POV:

For the rest of my afternoon I didn't see Jack anymore. I called Hawthorne and Cadence to the Smooking Parlour. We played cards and poker with Frank and Chanda and then we went into my room. I had to practise, so they were looking at me and asking many questions.
Now I was in the dinning room, having a dinner. I thought about the hotel. My place in the Deucalion and in Wunsoc is going to change. But not just mine and Jack's status will be different. Jupiter won't be in the hotel, Fen's gonna start with missions and Jack will not be home even on the weekends I guess. Everyone will be so bussy and so tired, and after a while we'll forget, what is really important...
Then two tanned hands covered my eyes.
"Jack! You're here!" I said with a tone of surprise.
"Yep." he put his hands away from my eyes and sat on the chair on the other side of the table.
"I was looking for him all over the city. For Jupiter. I was literally everywhere! In the Gobleian, in Darlham Dungeons, League of Explorers, in the Center for Criminal Madmen, in the Daily Stacionare for the Homeless..."
At the last words I grinned and raised one eyebrow. He grinned as well.
"What? He used to give them tap-dance lessons!"
I narrowed my eyes and said thoughtfully:
"Lessons won't continue without him, since I don't know, how to tap-dance... Do you?"
Jack shrugged helplessly.
"At school we only learn ballroom dances."
"So they are without their lector."
"They won't die by it." he pointed. I got a sip of my tea and smirked.
"If they're not very old."
"You're vicious!"
"I don't deny it!"
"...and rude!"
"But you still like me!" when I said it, I made sound of surprise, slapped my hand to my mouth and quickly went out from the kitchen, before I could say anything more stupid.

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Jack's POV:

When Morrigan ran out from the room, I just looked after her, feeling idiotic. I sighed. My lips shaped two simple, nonhearable words.

-I wish...-