tushanshu_logs | [OPEN] Red, blue, orange and green. No yellow snow cones!

Characters: Jack Frost, OPEN
Date: Backdated to the afternoon of Jan 11th
Location: At one of the playgrounds in Keeliai.
Situation: Deciding to surprise some kedan kids as they're getting out of school at the end of the week, Jack provides snow cones.
Warnings/Rating: CUTE?

It had taken quite a few trips to the various markets scattered around the city when he finally found what he was looking for in the Fire Sector: little pots of flavoured syrup. Jack had happily forked over his juulan for a wide selection of them and had brought them to a playground where he knew that children liked to visit once they were out of school. At the end of the week, Jack wanted to give them a special treat.

Now he was sitting on a picnic table with a pile of the cleanest, purest snow he could conjure and a field of cups ready for small hands to fill them before getting dollops of sweet syrup. Pretty soon kids were flocking to the playground with excited laughter as they told their friends, and their friends told more friends. It didn't take long for murmurings about "the snow boy!" to start making its way around.

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"There must be order to balance chaos," he answered, almost bored. "Life cannot exist without both, in a balance that always shifts. There are astronomical and scientific facts. And there is how things actually seem. The two even sometimes coincide. You do what you do - and so do the planets and stars."

Then he tilted his head, frowning. "Why would anyone want that?"

... he may be a very picky eater, really. Not Jack's fault, of the fault of what he offered.

Wryly, with an inflection that said there was a larger story there, Jack replied, "And the Moon does whatever he wants."

The winter teen took a bite of his own, grinning after he'd swallowed it. "Because it tastes good."

"... does he? 'He' seems pretty stuck, up there."

It had been a long time since anybody other than Grayson and maybe Pennyworth had told him stories, and even they had to spoonfeed them to him. So he, basically, didn't recognize the hint.

Then he rolled his eyes. "How good can snow with flavor taste? That's stupid."

It wasn't said with the explicit intent to offend. Just with the kind of conviction that came with believing - or disbelieving - something.

"He's got a long reach," Jack replied impishly.

He held out one of the cups of flavoured snow to Damian with a wicked grin. "If you think that's true, taste some and prove me wrong," he challenged. "Until you do, it's all just speculation, right?"

"Does he? How?"

Beat.

"Other than the tides, I suppose."

He stared down at the cup, then rolled his eyes and took it. Then took a taste.

Then shrugged. "It is not disgusting."

It was not particularly impressive, either. Then again, Damian was capricious, food-wise. He could eat whatever he had to, to survive. But he only enjoyed a very small number of foods.

"He can make people into Spirits," Jack snorted. "Case in point."

The winter teen took another bite of his, shrugging as he chewed the ice crystals. "Hey, I'll take it."

"... I think your world is officially among the strange ones. Usually, turning people into spirits is far from a positive thing. Does he do that a lot?"

Damian huffed, but did take another bite.

"Simple tastes, I see." It was less of an insult than a statement. A remark on a fact.

"Sometimes simple is best," Jack replied. "Lots of things that have started out simple and gotten complicated just aren't the same anymore. Look at something like baseball. You start with game that's a ball and a stick and a bunch of kids, but then it turns into something huge and full of celebrities and millions of dollars but nobody seems happy playing it anymore."

... and Damian gave him a blank look for a moment, then shrugged. He wasn't exactly familiar with the whole concept of happy, not first-hand, so he couldn't quite appreciate the loss.

However, the second part, he understood, and it made him tilt his head a little.

"You are not..." Slight hesitation to seek for a good word, and the one whe chose didn't quite seem right, "approving of those who amass money and influence?"

"It's not about whether it's money or influence," Jack shook his head. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with having those things on their own and there's nothing wrong with the people who have them versus people who don't. But money and influence don't automatically make something better just because they're there."

Then he shrugged. "It's just what I've noticed from watching people."

Edited 2013-02-16 14:59 (UTC)

"And has watching people given you any one thing or set of things that does make something better 'just because they're there?'"

So, so certain the answer to that would be 'no'.

"Friends," is the simple, easy reply.

Damian opened his mouth to argue - and then promptly frowned, considering.

It wasn't an unexpected answer, per se. But it was one that was sort of starting to make sense. Maybe. Tentatively.

"Are you certain?"

"I'm as sure as I can be," Jack answered. "Nothing's ever 100% for sure, right?"

"I do not know. I think some things are supposed to be that certain, but..."

Life and death, for example. But he knew very well himself that they weren't quite.

Damian shrugged. But he was - thoughtful. Considering Jack's claim. Something about it made a little more sense than usual of other things people have told him and tried to get him to do. Maybe understand.

Jack just contentedly munched on his snowcone. "Well, that's probably more thinking than I should have done in one afternoon," he said lightly.

Damian gave him a flat stare.

"Why limit yourself?"

"How do you mean?" Jack asked curiously.

"You said 'enough thinking for the day' or something like it," no, he could quote verbatim, he just didn't, "and I'm asking - why set a limit to yourself that way?"

"It's not a limit," Jack said wryly. "It's just the way I like to do things. I just want to lay here in the sun and enjoy my snowcone. I don't have to be thinking about something to do that, right?"

">Tt.< I suppose you do not have to be, no."

Condescending? Yep.

But Jack doesn't seem to mind, looking almost like he's ready to sleep right where he lays.

"Mhm."

... what.

Damian just. Left his barely nibbled cup of colored snow back on the table, shook his head, and shrugged.

"Fine."

And turned to go, since obviously this conversation wasn't going anywhere useful.

[OPEN] Red, blue, orange and green. No yellow snow cones!

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