Jack was working on digging up all the different ways his potential spice would be courting him, once he let them know he was ready for that, so there wouldn't be any more accidents. It was difficult, since most of them were the last of their kind and there were no other sources of information but them...and they had forgotten or never learned some of it, or the reasons behind it.
More importantly, he was finding out that there were a lot of things they had forgotten to tell him about, or hadn't been ready to. It was a lot to take in, and he was still learning how far he could take a joke on them to lighten it up.
Even if the Baby Teeth had forgiven, he wasn't sure Tooth had completely gotten over the day he gave the girls chocolate-coated espresso beans. He still wasn't entirely over the scare he'd gotten when he'd realized just how much caffeine the beans had and how close he'd come to overdosing the girls by accident himself.
There was a lot to get used to, now that he knew about the marriage. Knew that the Snegurochka were as much his people as North's yeti and elves were his, or Bunny's eggs, or Sandy's mermaids. Tooth's fairies were a bit different, in that they were more her children than her people.
At the moment, Jack was sprawled on his nest in his den, thinking. They had all been clear that Jack didn't have to have a fancy place to live like the big four did, but he was still thinking it over.
He had to explain to the Snow Maidens about the whole helpers thing, and if he had helpers, he should have a place for them to take shelter. Nightlight didn't have a place, and Katherine still lived at Santofff Claussen (though she was starting to think about making her own place, a library tree house for the stories of the world), but neither had people to take care of.
His den wasn't nearly big enough...but he did have a castle down in the Arctic. He could travel to it easily enough...he was going to have to talk to the girls.
Being a Guardian just kept getting more complicated than anyone had thought it would be, with all these parts to it that they took for granted and hadn't realized Jack would have to catch up on.
Add into that all the talks they'd been having, all the little things Jack was learning about them and they about Jack...it had been a full month.
A productive month, but a full and exhausting one.
North's random pile of stuff and Bunny's Closet of Doom were starting to get a bit more organized, at least, since it was a good excuse to go over things even they had forgotten, and it had drawn all of them in more than once. It had only scratched the surface of the piles of stuff, since each time they tried to work on cleaning ended in story time, but that was far better than actually getting the stuff cleaned up (and, really, the main reason they were cleaning in the first place).
Thinking of the Closet of Doom reminded Jack that Bunny had mentioned wanting to show him something next time he came by.
Now seemed like as good a time as any.
Plus, they were supposed to have a meeting sooner or later, this time at the Warren in an attempt to keep everyone from always having to go to the Workshop...what day was today?
A tiny hole opened in Jack's floor, and a small painted egg popped out, beginning to prance around the room until Jack scooped it up.
"Just thinking about you," he said, laughing as it kept dancing in his hand. "Guess I lost track of time again. Meeting?"
The egg jumped from his hand to the floor and tapped open a new hole, dancing in place happily.
