Siren's Pull

Oh, but I've never had a twenty-fifth birthday before! It's hard to have one when you die a year before; it wasn't a very nice thing. I think I died of infection, I wouldn't recommend it. [spoilers, he never died.] I wouldn't recommend my century either, it was miserable.

Is there anything a person should have done or seen by the age of twenty-five? I'd like to catch up!

[private to Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy:]
I've offered one of my friends a place to stay, in our home, she's willing to clean and help around the house...would that be all right?

Also, can we get more rabbits? Please?

There and back again.

[GETTIN' REAL TIRED OF YOUR CRAP, SIREN'S PORT. Jack's at somewhere with a piano, looking like an ad for the local Renaissance fair. Long golden hair and frilly cuffs included.]

The Port has changed, since I left, of course - society always changes - but, oh, the people, water is still water even when it flows or freezes. Isn't impressive, really. Fairly tiring.

But...hello, my name is Jack, and I don't ponder a lot.

[He sighs a little.] Except...does anybody know where I can get a pair of lovebirds? Or...maybe a juvenile dragon?