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He's at kind of a loose end. Poison's spending so quality time with Dee, which Jack totally gets. They've got rehearsal and then they're going to get food and watch a movie and Jack is making himself scarce. He gets to be Poison's boyfriend, one-hundred percent, and that means he can step away without feeling like he's being side-lined.

Kavinsky's busy, so he texts Cassie.

Dinner? My treat. Somewhere nice.

An hour later, he's standing outside Cassie's building, wearing a shirt and loosely knotted tie, a waistcoat, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's made an effort. He likes Cassie. Being friends is worth it.

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"Oh, um." I leaned into the hug a little. "I've never had Vietnamese food before," I admitted. "And the only Italian I've ever had is Olive Garden." I grinned up at him. "So, I guess I'll leave it up to you?"

"Let's do Vietnamese, then," he says, flashing a grin at her and then dropping a kiss into her hair before he pulls away. "San Francisco is really better for Chinese food, but this place is totally amazing."

"Back home, my friend Marco made great Mexican food, but I only had it once. Mostly, if we all hung out, we went to the food court in the mall."

I didn't talk much about my life outside of Darrow, and I wondered if Jack would push. He was pretty good about it, normally. There was a part of me that wanted him to, though. I hadn't had much of a need to use my morphing powers for fighting the Yeerks, maybe, but that lack of jeopardy also made me start to feel a little stir crazy. I had this secret, and nobody to talk about it with!

"So, either way, this is gonna be an experience for me!" I concluded.

"There was this really, really great tea house in the Castro. I went there all the time." He sighs mournfully, thinking about that place, just for a moment. "I'm glad to be able to offer that. Speaking of which, when are you coming to class? You've been promising me for months."

I cringed playfully. "I'm sorry! I just keep forgetting. I've been trying to find a job, so I sort of space on other stuff." It was partially true, anyway. While I was looking for a job, I was usually in morph, also, trying to spot any injured animals that needed help. Sometimes, I brought them to the vet, but they weren't really equipped for, or experienced with, wild animals.

"Do I need to, like, sling you over my shoulder or something?" says Jack, smirking at her. "Kidnap you so I can coach you on mindfulness and zen?"

I laughed. "No, no, I'm sorry. I'll try to be better!" I'd just been thinking about other things, and I always forgot to go to his yoga classes until it was too late to go at all.

"I bet I could lift you," says Jack, looking at her critically as though he's sizing her up, even though they both know he'd never put his hands on her without permission. "Totally."

I eyed him, pretending to be suspicious. I knew he could lift me, probably really easily. I was small, not just short, but compact, too.

"I don't want to test that theory," I said with a laugh.

"Spoil-sport," says Jack, flashing her a white, expensive grin. "Jillie would never let me lift her, either, but she's much taller than you are."

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