Day 18: In Which They Expand Their Horizons

As another attempt to keep themselves entertained, they had agreed to have an afternoon of new experiences: He would teach her to do something she'd never tried before, and she would teach him another thing in return. They had ordered each other the needed supplies in secret, and, in possession of their assigned packages, rendezvoused outside at the first opening in their schedules.

Jack had just taught her how to make margaritas, having been quite successful in doing so, if the nearly empty jar he kept on the floor next to him was of any indication. In her turn, Elsa attempted to teach him how to knit. Key word: attempted. Knitting seemed already like an impossible task under normal circumstances. Learning to knit for the first time through verbal instructions only was traipsing around complete insanity.

He kept looping the yarn around his needles, following nothing but his guts, and not expecting to be doing things right in the slightest. He felt a pull on the string, and he found his cat tapping the yarn ball with a paw, then chasing after it in a mad dash.

"Oh, look. Fat Diana likes her new toy," he commented, resting his excuse of a scarf down on his lap. "Maybe she'll lose some weight running after that thing."

"Diana is lovely the way she is. Stop shaming her," Elsa scoffed, then looked up at him. "How are you doing so far?"

"Doesn't look right." He held the unrecognizable shape of yarn up with a scowl. Unlike the perfectly patterned square that Elsa showed him, his piece had five wonky edges, and loose loops of yarn stuck out at random places.

She pursed her lips, and he could tell that she was trying hard not to laugh at his efforts. "It… certainly does not."

"That's it. I give up," he grumbled, throwing his needles on the floor and chugging down the rest of his cocktail.

"It hasn't even been twenty minutes, Jack."

"Yeah, and that was enough time for me to realize that knitting sucks."

"Knitting doesn't suck," she countered, flipping her hair over her shoulder to glare at him. "You're just too impatient."

"The holes are too small. I can't even see where I'm supposed to stick my needle in."

"That's what he said."

Jack's neck turned so fast he heard it cracking. He fully stared at her, eyes wide, mouth agape, and accusing finger pointed in her direction.

"What?" Elsa asked as soon as she noticed him.

"Did you just make a lewd joke?"

"... No."

"We should tequila more often, Elsa..."


Shout out to rambledore. This new batch of drabbles would not exist if it wasn't for him.