[Nnn stop, he can't take off work for kisses, as much as he'd like to. Jacob gets his latest stolen kiss anyway, but it's in the midst of Ned slipping away from his arms to get up.]
At breakfast, yeah. I told you I'd be busy today, remember? The wheels keep turning and I like to be there when my profits are involved.
[Come here, clingy boy, come see his kitchen which is more like a stove with a few cabinets shoved into a corner of the next tiny room.] You want eggs? I've got time for eggs and not much else.
I could cook bacon, if you trust me. [And if he has any... Jacob'a only half-paying attention, clearly still sulking over not being able to hold and kiss Ned all he wants. Give him a few minutes... or an hour, he's a baby.]
Dazzle me with your egg cooking skills, Wynert. [While he goes to rifle through things.]
What happened to "Ned"? [Don't be a baby, Jacob. Ned still lets him go through stuff - there might be some meat available, but not much, good luck - while he goes to get his eggs. However, the perils of criminal bachelor living:]
I've only got one pan. [It sounds stupid, when he says it out loud,] Make your bacon while I go put on a new shirt.
Ohhh, and miss the chance to join you. [Jacob says, dumbly, since he doesn't have any clothes to change into. He realizes this, but decides bacon is suddenly more important than admitting it.
So he'll cook his bacon. He's already thinking about where he can get another pan...] Have to look your best for business.
That's the idea. [Both looking his best and keeping Jacob busy so he doesn't have to make any weird excuses, in fact, but he'll leave it sounding like just the business part. He's stopped back in the doorway, looking back at Jacob making them breakfast, just taking in the scene—it doesn't seem like it's really happening. He never bothered to hope it would, lest he wind up disappointed... and now, well.
Hmm. He gives Jacob a real, genuine smile when he can catch his eye, before vanishing back upstairs to get dressed. Again. Re-dressed. He even does the favor of taking Jacob's things down from his office, leaving them on the couch with his own coat on his way back to the kitchen.] So? Smells like you're definitely trying to cook in here.
[Ned's smile was enough motivation for Jacob to put some real effort into cooking. Evie's told him it smells like he's set the train ablaze at times, but if he just tried harder...
Well, it'll be extra crisp bacon. It's Ned's fault, distracting Jacob from actually turning anything over until he came back. He confesses with a laugh, though,] It'll be great... if you like things burnt. Take over?
[This bacon is gay, just like Jacob... consequences, mister. Ned tsks, tugging his vest straight as he comes over.]
In all my finery? Here I was hoping you'd get excited and make the eggs for me while I was away. [He's sidled right up and bumped elbows with Jacob anyway, give him the pan.] You can find my completely legal dishware in the cabinet over there.
Completely legal? As opposed to... illegal dishware? What, did you steal from the palace? [Jacob relinquishes the pan, stepping out of his way to go find these 75% legal plates.] I know the queen, she wouldn't be happy.
[Hmmm... It's Jacob's turn to just stand there and appreciate Ned, just holding the plates rather than putting them down somewhere. Like an idiot.] I'll make you eggs next time.
Wouldn't you like to know. [That's his secret dish caper and he's keeping it mysterious. Take a guess. He'll get started on these eggs, but...] How well do you know the Queen?
[He's not native enough to really give a shit, but like, that's one hell of a connection. Stop giving him gay looks, this breakfast is on a time limit.]
She did name me Sir Jacob Frye for a reason. [The ever humble Jacob Frye will keep giving him gay looks, but at least he has enough sense to go set the plates down and find some silverware. He's helpful.]
Evie knows her better, but I think I have her charmed. Done quite a bit of work for her... Royalness. What's it to you?
[Charmed... Maybe the queen is into big baby eyes and over the top pouting. Ned is, so why not royalty?? He shrugs, poking the eggs a bit, hmm—] Her Majesty?
I'm just curious. It figures the Queen would have assassins in her employ. [Don't go down the straight and narrow path on him, now... He half-turns away from the stove, gesturing up and down at himself with his non-cooking hand.] How charmed do you think I could get her?
Talk about half as much as you love London and I'm sure you'd be her right hand. [Jacob snickered, closing in on Ned to wrap an arm around him from behind. He kissed his cheek yet again. Sweet boy.] I'll talk about you next time.
Right hand is a little much. [Leave it to Ned to make being the right hand of the Queen of England sound like a drag. But he brightens back up just a little more when Jacob comes up behind him. Cute boy.]
But don't not talk about me, or anything. Maybe one day I'll go from notorious to just famous.
Oh, I can hear it now. Sorry, Freddy, you can't arrest me. The Queen thinks I'm the best! I have a royal tailor. [Jacob grinned wide, caring little for how he was distracting from the eggs. He'll kiss Ned again if he wants, they'll just have to deal.]
Just don't get more famous than I am. I don't want anyone to think I'm riding your coattails. [Because he's totally. not doing that.]
[Ned chuckles, choosing magnanimously not to mention how Jacob is definitely doing that. He tries to focus on poking the eggs around in the pan so at least half of this breakfast is edible, but his free hand inches down Jacob's arm to take his hand anyway. Breakfast is so gay.]
Does that mean I can be more notorious than you? More than I already am, that is. [grin..... he must be like this compulsively.]
[Hey, hey, don't try and stop him from delaying this breakfast for as long as possible. Not that that's his plan, or anything. Jacob sighs, leaning off of him and opting to cross his arms instead. Big baby eyes and over the top pouting.]
How much of the notoriety comes from me crashing your carts? [Crashing...]
And yet it's so obvious you're American. [Jacob says, like he hadn't taken a few meetings to actually pay attention to it. He nearly leans on the stove, looking at Ned, before he realizes how bad of an idea that is.
Ned's distracting and dumb.] Climb through the ranks, did you?
[Jacob is the dumb one, thanks. Ned reaches for his hand again, just to hold onto him so he doesn't do anything else to ruin breakfast. And because of his gentle gay feelings, but it's fine.]
I am the ranks. You should've seen London when I got here—a shambles, all the way down.
I think I prefer seeing you on top. [Ooooh... no, Jacob doesn't even mean that in any other way than crime. Kinda like he's content just holding hands with Ned while he makes very domestic eggs. He's a simple man.]
Though... young Ned Wynert picking up London's pieces. I daresay, I would have been smitten.
[Ned still blinks in surprise, pausing for a fraction of a second to glance at Jacob for that. If he were more confident in this whole relationship thing than he is right now, he'd have something witty to say about how he can get used to that, but not today.
Best plan: ignore it. He hums and squeezes Jacob's hand a little. The smirk is back.] Oh, you should've been there—I even got into fights. You think the bad neighborhoods are bad now, but let me tell you, this is the soft and gentle London compared to a couple years ago.
Little Ned? Brawling in the streets of London? That's already better than anything Crawley had to offer. [Jacob would argue there was nothing soft or gentle about taking down Templars if he weren't so distracted by this. He had tried to take a more disbelieving expression, but it just wound up being impressed.]
And yet you won't go on any excursions with me! I feel deprived, Ned.
That's just because I'm persuasive. [Please... he hadn't even thought about kissing him at the time. Well, more than usual.
But. Eggs. Jacob relieves Ned of distributing the eggs to their plates, and yes, he is still going to add his bacon. It's extra crispy. Extra.] Clearly, I've done all the work.
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He tried chasing Ned's lips for another kiss.] Surely I can have a few more minutes of your precious time.
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At breakfast, yeah. I told you I'd be busy today, remember? The wheels keep turning and I like to be there when my profits are involved.
[Come here, clingy boy, come see his kitchen which is more like a stove with a few cabinets shoved into a corner of the next tiny room.] You want eggs? I've got time for eggs and not much else.
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Dazzle me with your egg cooking skills, Wynert. [While he goes to rifle through things.]
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I've only got one pan. [It sounds stupid, when he says it out loud,] Make your bacon while I go put on a new shirt.
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So he'll cook his bacon. He's already thinking about where he can get another pan...] Have to look your best for business.
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Hmm. He gives Jacob a real, genuine smile when he can catch his eye, before vanishing back upstairs to get dressed. Again. Re-dressed. He even does the favor of taking Jacob's things down from his office, leaving them on the couch with his own coat on his way back to the kitchen.] So? Smells like you're definitely trying to cook in here.
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Well, it'll be extra crisp bacon. It's Ned's fault, distracting Jacob from actually turning anything over until he came back. He confesses with a laugh, though,] It'll be great... if you like things burnt. Take over?
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In all my finery? Here I was hoping you'd get excited and make the eggs for me while I was away. [He's sidled right up and bumped elbows with Jacob anyway, give him the pan.] You can find my completely legal dishware in the cabinet over there.
[Probably 75% true.]
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[Hmmm... It's Jacob's turn to just stand there and appreciate Ned, just holding the plates rather than putting them down somewhere. Like an idiot.] I'll make you eggs next time.
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[He's not native enough to really give a shit, but like, that's one hell of a connection. Stop giving him gay looks, this breakfast is on a time limit.]
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Evie knows her better, but I think I have her charmed. Done quite a bit of work for her... Royalness. What's it to you?
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I'm just curious. It figures the Queen would have assassins in her employ. [Don't go down the straight and narrow path on him, now... He half-turns away from the stove, gesturing up and down at himself with his non-cooking hand.] How charmed do you think I could get her?
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But don't not talk about me, or anything. Maybe one day I'll go from notorious to just famous.
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Just don't get more famous than I am. I don't want anyone to think I'm riding your coattails. [Because he's totally. not doing that.]
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Does that mean I can be more notorious than you? More than I already am, that is. [grin..... he must be like this compulsively.]
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How much of the notoriety comes from me crashing your carts? [Crashing...]
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Maybe a little since you got here. I'm the seasoned Londoner, after all.
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Ned's distracting and dumb.] Climb through the ranks, did you?
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I am the ranks. You should've seen London when I got here—a shambles, all the way down.
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Though... young Ned Wynert picking up London's pieces. I daresay, I would have been smitten.
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Best plan: ignore it. He hums and squeezes Jacob's hand a little. The smirk is back.] Oh, you should've been there—I even got into fights. You think the bad neighborhoods are bad now, but let me tell you, this is the soft and gentle London compared to a couple years ago.
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And yet you won't go on any excursions with me! I feel deprived, Ned.
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[He has important desk work to do, alright... Other people can get dirty in the field.
Anyway,] Here, this is done. Let's eat already.
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But. Eggs. Jacob relieves Ned of distributing the eggs to their plates, and yes, he is still going to add his bacon. It's extra crispy. Extra.] Clearly, I've done all the work.
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