Seth was taken back to the castle early the next morning by an anxious servant, leaving Jas with no excuse as to why she shouldn't go outlaw hunting with Gisborne. She grumbled a string of curses as she dressed, still half-asleep and wishing she could just walk around in a giant tee and granny panties instead of real clothes. Knowing it would be a long day, she pulls on a pair of shorts and a tee with I speak fluent sarcasm printed on it, a set of four rings, a pair of sneakers, and her sunglasses.

Her hair was the worst of it all, the mass of curls not wanting to untangle as she forced a brush through them, eventually just falling back on her magic to tame it enough to tumble down her back in curls that weren't so tight. Satisfied for the moment and still cursing in German, she makes her way down to the kitchen where Gisborne is waiting for her, perfectly composed with a large bag gripped loosely in one hand.

It's her bag as a matter of fact, a beige tote with to the beach written on the front above a thick black arrow. Why Gisborne had it was beyond her since she had shoved it at a passing servant this morning with strict instructions.

"About time," Gisborne says in greeting, handing off the bag and opening the door for her. "I didn't think you'd ever be ready."

"You see this hair," she asks, pausing in the doorway to point to her curls," it takes magic and colorful swearwords to get it this nice, so you shush it." He rolls his eyes and nudges her the rest of the way out the door, leading the way to the horses grazing next to the gate. Tug was neighing quietly until she noticed Jas, then she pawed at the ground and threw her head back.

"Temperamental, isn't she?"

"Nah, she's just not used to being around assholes for so long." To show she was joking, Jas winks as she mounts her mare, watching Gisborne do the same. Is there anything he can't do gracefully? Frowning a little, she secures the tote to the saddle before taking up the reigns and making her way towards the deep, dark woods that made up Sherwood, Gisborne bringing his horse up next to hers.

"Afraid, Took?"

"Oh please, your attitude is scarier than the forest." He gives her a small half-smile, letting out a faint huff of laughter. With a smile of her own as they come closer to the line of trees, Jas begins to sing under her breath, a song she'd learned the year before and usually found herself humming when she was cleaning. "Into the woods and down the dell, the path is straight, I know it well. Into the woods and who can tell what's waiting on the journey?"

"Do you have a song for everything?" She pretends to think on his words, index finger and thumb caressing an imaginary goatee to add to the effect.

"I haven't found a song for brushing my hair yet, so there's that." He was smiling again as other men joined them with baying hounds, though the smile disappeared after he started barking out orders. She didn't like being around so many humans after spending months in her cottage with only other Rangers that dropped by from time to time to use the Portal; humans were a strange race and she could go entire lifetimes without missing anything about them.

After a last bellowed command from Gisborne, the dogs and their owners are off on the chase, Gisborne and Jas following after them on horseback at a more comfortable pace. Jas wasn't too interested in catching outlaws, just going along for the entertainment and the chance to pet any dog she could. Rangers and animals got along well despite the fact that Rangers were considered evil, and she often took advantage of that fact by hoarding pets.

"What on earth are you doing," Gisborne asks after a while, watching her as she pulled long-stemmed flowers from her bag and wound them together intricately. She wasn't even holding Tug's reigns, trusting the horse to follow the others.

"You'll see," Jas murmurs without looking up from her task. She'd seen a patch of the flowers a few days back and had sent Hannah to pick her several of them; the stems were long enough for her purpose and the white petals were like velvet against her fingertips. Grass-of-Parnassus was their name—Thornton had informed her of that when she'd asked—and they were abundant in the warmer months, so she wouldn't be lacking any time soon.

"I've a proposition for you." She still doesn't look up from her work, settling for a noise that meant for him to go on. "I can't have that baby at the castle because it—" As Jas's sharp look, Gisborne cleared his throat and rephrased. "Because he could be a target for my enemies should anyone else find out."

"Oh yes, because Robin, the man with a conscious that would put Gandhi to shame, would totally kill an innocent baby just to screw up your day, Gilbert." The look she sent his way suggested that he was the dumbest man on the planet and he rolls his eyes.

"I don't mean Hood." She nods a little, showing she understood and for him to keep talking. Of course he meant Vaisey; that man made Fuzzy Lumpkins look like a sweetheart. "He'd be safer at an abbey, but I can't make the trip without someone realizing the child is mine." He grabs the back of Jas's neck and forces her to bend with him to avoid getting hit by a thick tree branch overhead. "You're the only person I trust to take him away from here."

"Why would you trust me?" Both of them straightened up again and she turned her face towards him, brows furrowed in confusion. "I'm a Ranger." Gisborne mirrors her expression, forcing his stallion to stop so they could talk without worrying about being overheard by the others.

"Because you've earned my trust." Being trusted was a strange concept for Jas considering she'd never been trusted before; there could be no trust among other Rangers, they were bred to create chaos and havoc, and so lied to each other too often to gain any source of faith from anyone. "Took, do you think I would have worked with you this long, let you live down the hall from me, if I didn't?"

"I don't know, I just figured you'd been resigned to the fact that you were stuck with me." She shrugs, unused to the whole topic of trust and then she looked completely bewildered. She trusted him, too. Why else would she be able to sleep so deeply, why else would she have moved her pocket knife from under her pillow to her bedside table? She'd grown comfortable around the human. "I…. Thanks, Gilbert." Instead of growing angry like she'd been expecting, Gisborne snorts with slight amusement.

"You're welcome, Took."

They ride in quiet for the rest of the afternoon, following the howling of dogs and burning one of the storage places they'd found full of food and weapons, though not before Jas snagged a ham. Where before things had been comfortable, Gisborne had become tenser and tenser as the day went on. Not catching that wascally wabbit—er, Robin and Company—was making him look more like the Hulk ready for a rampage.

Jas keeps her remarks to a minimum and continues to work on her project, not wanting to accidentally punch Gisborne in the face if he snapped at her. It was pure instinct to punch people that were rude to her, a reaction from her childhood that had gotten her grounded on more than one occasion and Dash twelve broken noses before he reached age ten.

In Jas's defense, he had it coming each time.

Gisborne was growing red in the face as Jas finished up, and she decided the first of her craft would go to him if only to give him something to smile about. Jas holds out one of her creations to Gisborne, smiling a little when his pale eyes flick from the ring of flowers to her face. He cocked up an eyebrow, his expression practically the definition of questioning.

"What is it," he asks her when she remains quiet.

"It's a flower crown," she answers, tone suggesting he was an idiot for not knowing that.

"Well, what do you want me to do with it?"

"Wear it, Gilbert!"

"I'll do no such thing, Took." Jas purses her lips and her eyes flash dangerously as she practically throws it at him, Gisborne catching it by instinct alone.

"You either wear the crown," she says in the sweetest voice imaginable," or I'll break your nose."

By the time they returned to Locksley Manor, the crown was on his head and Jas looked far too pleased with herself.