you're gonna love tomorrow, i'm making it my personal guarantee

[praevaricatio]

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[impetere]

[She shakes her head.]

I'll have plenty of time to see Stiles.

[Mostly because she's probably going to stick around.]

This is more important.

[engender]

Is Jackson downstairs?

( Can she hear him? Derek can't. )

[impetere]

[She nods.]

He just arranged for breakfast for him and a friend.

[engender]

Good to see he hasn't changed. Let's go, then. Have our own. Then make a plan.

[impetere]

[She nods and off they go to the kitchen where hopefully they're not interrupting Jackson and his date. Not that his date would mind, but Jackson might.]

[illtempered]

( Jackson wants to make an impression, so he's setting out plates and cutlery, etc, out back by the fire pit, which is just for show this early in the morning. But, it's -- ambience?

Jackson turns around to face them when they join in the kitchen. The look he gives is, yes, I heard it all. )

[impetere]

How long do you need for your ... date?

[Because that's what this is, right, this is a date?]

[illtempered]

( Stone-faced. )

I wasn't planning on keeping time. Go and come back, then I'll tell Alexander we have a full day ahead. Shower.

( Sorry, but, he has a very sensitive nose. )

[swillpot]

[She gives him the patented Hale glare before nodding and going to do all those things. If he's already heard, then they don't have to discuss it.

And not long after the Hales disappear, Alexander once again strides in like he owns the place. His head tips up when he catches the scent of breakfast.]

Something smells good.

[illtempered]

( They don't.

Jackson meets him halfway, gives him a quick kiss hello. Good morning, Mr. Abernathy. )

We have a personal chef for the day.

[swillpot]

Really?

[He returns the kiss with a smile before eyeing the selection.]

Our lucky day.

[illtempered]

It's a favor.

( Food can wait for a second as he puts his arms around Alexander's neck, drawing himself close. It's not a bribe. But, isn't it nice? Doesn't it feel good? )

One of - a few. What are you doing after?

[swillpot]

My options are open.

[He shrugs a bit, but he doesn't pull away, enjoying the closeness for now.]

I figured you'd probably have some kind of adventure in mind that required my special skills.

[They're in Mystic Falls. Nothing about being here is quiet. Or is it innuendo? The world may never know.]

[illtempered]

That.

( And then some. But, he gets serious first, coming nose to nose. )

Wherever Derek was held, the dead witch left a moonstone. Freya Mikaelson needs it to reverse something with Derek. They burned a warehouse down?

[swillpot]

I'm assuming they wanted to try and cover up all the murder and forced cardiectomies.

[Just a thought.]

But the moonstone shouldn't be hard to find. It'll probably be the only thing still intact.

[illtempered]

They did.

( Rightfully. )

I heard. Werewolf ears.

( One more kiss. )

Come on.

( And he takes his place besides, not across from, Alex by the firepit in the open breeze. )

Stiles is a vampire.

[swillpot]

[Alexander turns to follow him as he considers the information.]

Is that a good or bad thing?

[He doesn't know Stiles but he does know some vampires and things with werewolves can get messy.]

[illtempered]

With what little I know about vampires, it's my worst nightmare.

( And that gets Alex a smirk. )

He's alive. The pack will adjust. Stiles was the token human. Now, he's the special snowflake.

[swillpot]

He'll have to adjust too, to the new nocturnal lifestyle.

[Because that, he's heard, is the hardest part of being a vamp.]

[illtempered]

The other favor.

( He taps the bottom of the fork against table. )

Are you familiar with a daylight ring.

[swillpot]

[Alexander nods slowly.]

I am. Are you asking me for one?

[illtempered]

Or, the spell for one.

( He sets the fork down. )

It's your timing. Perfect for me. Too perfect for everyone else. If you can't, Caroline Forbes might have other avenues. You don't have to say yes. I don't ask for all of this.

( But he is, isn't he. )

Maybe we can focus on the eggs. Tell me about your - ( What would Jackson want to talk about. ) being a witch. Were you always a witch?

[swillpot]

Pretty much. You're born with it.

[It is not Maybelline.]

And I'll do it. But you'll owe me a favor, to be claimed later.

[It's clear from his tone that it will not be a serious favor, but no, Jackson doesn't get to know what it is now.]

[illtempered]

I give good favor.

( Jackson Whittemore? Cocky?

But now it's time to eat. And chat while eating and not describing such descriptive eating! )

Being a witch isn't Maybelline.

[swillpot]

Nope.

[Alexander looks up with a smirk.]

You've either got it, or you don't.