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«That’d be a hard nut to crack, really.» Answered Ester, huffing: «He’s not gonna race me anymore ‘cuz Ah’m way too fast and, let’s face it, he’s gettin’ old. Unless druggin’ him, and ya know what happened last time Ah’ tried, Ah’ suppose that waitin’ for him ta spontaneously fall asleep is da best thing ta do.»

She shrugged.

«Walkin’ on water? How fun.» She said, sarcastic: «At least it sounds betta’ than fallin’ into it.» She remarked, smirking. She knew Jack didn’t like that kind of jokes, but she couldn’t help it; she was quite a sadistic one.

«Chocolate eggs? Ah’ve sumthin’ betta’.» She replied, reaching for her belt to pick up a little leather bag.
She opened it, showing its contents to Jack:

«Wouldn’t ya rather have white chocolate snowflakes?» She said, picking a chocolate from the bag: «Everyone of ‘em has its own shape. Ah’ stole some of da chocolate from dad’s lab. Ah’ think he didn’t notice. Whatcha waitin’ for? Try some!»

Jack rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just try not to take too long, or I’ll probably have to kidnap you,” he said, crossing his arms. “I do know where you live, you know.” And Jack did have a snow globe that could transport to Warren, which he had ‘borrowed’ from North’s office.

He narrowed his eyes upon the mean joke. “Rude,” he sneered, shaking his head. The joke had hit him pretty hard. But at the mention of something better than chocolate eggs, his expression turned into interest, as if Ester hadn’t said anything about falling, ever.

“I didn’t know that was possible,” he said, taking a piece from the bag she held out. He took time to look at it first, observe it, before taking a bite. “Tastes as good as it looks.” He bit down once more. “This is actually pretty great.”

He took another bite, and another, and another, before eating the whole thing. "If only you had your Pop’s culinary skills,“ he got out, his voice a muffled sound, the words barely audible.