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The truck has recently been painted black, with unique, but very obviously pirate colours emblazoned across the hood in red and white. Along either side is written Coraline. And there's music playing on the stereo.

A reign of blood and slaughter
We show our foes no quarter
Taking their lives and watching them die

Jack took a while before he figured out that that slot in the dashboard corresponded to shiny discs he's been finding while pillaging, and it took him even longer to find music he actually liked.

We leave our fears behind
Only treasure on our minds

He pulls out outside the porch and leans on an elbow out of the open window.

"Ahoy there."

The tea gets left on the porch. Her steps are a half swagger.

The smile is quirky with amusement.

"Hey. Nice wheels."

Jack even has a tricorn hat! Which he doffs as he exits from the vehicle.

"My thanks, my lady. She sees me through."

He loves his Coraline. But in a healthy man-and-truck way that doesn't prevent him from spreading love around generously among people.

A common vibe in the little Kansas town that. The car and everyone love.

At least everywhere but here. The bike isn't under ownership yet.

Her hands get thrust half in her jean pockets, with a nod back to the house behind. "They expecting you?"

"Not in the slightest," Jack says. "I'm just driving through. Stopped to talk to a pretty lady."

And really, he considers, who'd blame him? He glances towards the house for a quick reading, comes up with nothing threatening, and grins back at Jo.

"Jack Hollins is me."

That gets wry smile.

It's far better than cranky Winchesters.
Especially too many of them in one small space.

Stopping a few feet from him and his colorful car. "Jo."

"A pleasure, Jo."

He bows, but with a wry twinkly in his eye designed to imply that the bow isn't meant to be taken that seriously.

"And are you native to this world, or a traveller from another?"

The smile curls up one side broader.

Not quite breaking into a laugh, but her eyes are bright.

"Traveller." Safe enough answer. "You?"

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There's nothing Jack likes more than watching a woman's smile get wider.

"The same," he replies. "Here for many months now, and still I've yet to grow tired of the place."

Without an offer to elucidate her own, Jo cultivated amusement staying.

Because the interest was real enough.

Eyebrows raised. "What's not to be missed out there?"

"Kraken," the pirate says happily. "Both oceans, huge and wild and ready for anything that ventures forth. Great lakes filled with greater sea beasts. People eating monsters of all shapes and faces. A thousand and one villains to be fought an subdued."

Jack thinks this is all the greatest fun ever.

He's infectious. She'll give him that.

This time there is a laugh somewhere in all the description.

"Man after my own heart. Can't say I see myself staying in the quiet here very long with all that."

This is probably a half truth, complicatedly. Because she does believe it, and yet some part of her knows she won't leave them behind anytime soon.

It's a shame, that half-truth. Without the other half of it, Jack wouldn't hesitate to invite her along.

Now, he only hesitates a little bit.

"Would I were here when you decide to tire of the quiet, I'd show you the best fighting grounds."