"Please go ahead and do not tell me what happens otherwise!" he says between giggles.

"Prude," says Jackson, sticking out his tongue, but he obediently does not go into further detail.

He continues giggling for a few more seconds before calming down. "If I ever get bored and want to suggest whips to Isabella I'll be sure and ask you."

"I wouldn't know how to hold one or anything," says Jackson, "all I'd have to say would be, like, 'nice'."

"Oh, well," he says, shrugging, and om noms his food.

Om nom nom.

"So, what does he do?"

"...I thought you didn't want me to say?"

"No, no, I mean. For a job, or school, or whatever."

"Oh! He's out of school and doesn't have a job yet, I think he's looking for security guard stuff or something."

"He live alone?"

"With his brother. His brother has a gas station."

"Oh, that's nice."

"Yeah. I guess if he doesn't find a job soon his brother can give him one."

"Mmhm. I know I've said this a few times, but I'm happy for you."

"Thanks!"

Continued lunch!

"I might cut class to go see Master tonight, I scheduled a thing stupidly late, it's annoying."

"Can't you see him after class? It's not that long a wait."

"Yes it is, the class is an hour and a half long and it's after dinner."

"Well... up to you, I suppose, as long as cutting class won't hurt your performance or something."

"It's not a required course or anything."

"If you say so."

Smile.

He continues eating.