Lucky. I was illiterate for most of my childhood.

[he starts prying the orange open, smiling at Rufus mischievously. old as he is, he still can be flustered, can't he? jack does return to the chair provided for him, curling up in it.]

I've a question, [confident and shameless and expecting Rufus to answer,] why do you keep on talking in such an archaic way? Glen spoke formally, but never to your extent.