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[jack_f_twist]

For all Jack's been here for a while, now, he still ain't what you'd call close to a lot of people. So when he sits down at the Bar to get some coffee before heading out stable-wards and a note and package appear along with the steaming cup, he's more than a bit surprised.

After reading the note, though, he laughs, surprised and touched, and flips through the book that'd been left, with interest.

And that pie sure does smell good.

Takes a minute of rearranging, and then Jack, the coffee, the roster, and the pie all head out towards the stable.

She did say to share, after all.

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[jack_f_twist]

Jack glances at him again, decides to drop it. Now's not the time to push Ennis, and besides, he ain't exactly keen on fighting, either.

"Sure," he agrees, puts the roster to one side, a tacit agreement to let the topic go, for now, and helps himself to more pie.

"You got a lot a work done, this morning. Sorry I weren't around to help."

[e_delmar]

"Got most of it done anyways."

He's looking an awful lot like he's willing to hand over the pitchfork for the rest of the job.

[jack_f_twist]

"Could still give you a hand, 'f you need."

Can say a lot a things bout Jack Twist, but no one can say he doesn't take his share of the work.

Even if it ain't exactly his work to share.

[e_delmar]

"Pitchfork's over there."

Yeah, that's something of a smirk on his face.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack only slants a grin at him in return and gets up, finishing off his coffee as he does so. One hand comes out to rumple Ennis' hat.

"Take your ease, then, cowboy," he says, and goes over to pick up the pitchfork and get to work.