Day 39: In Which It's Her Turn To Get Him A Gift
"Hey, neighbor," Jack greeted her as soon as she picked up the phone. "I think some delivery service got our apartments mixed up. I've got one of your green things here with me."
"Oh, that's actually a gift for you."
He narrowed his eyes at the plant he had just put on the counter. It looked like mint, and it smelled vaguely like mint, but why, in Elsa's eyes, he would need a pot of mint in his apartment did not make sense to him. Sure, he needed it for mojitos, but he could very well buy some from the nearest grocery store whenever push came to shove.
"Uh, thanks, Elsa… Can you go outside right now?" he asked, already making his way to the balcony.
"Yeah, sure."
Elsa joined him soon after, and Jack stared at her with an arched eyebrow.
"You got me a plant?"
She shrugged. "It's catnip. For Diana."
"So it's not for me, it's for my cat. Awesome." He looked back at his living room and cupped a hand around his mouth. "Hey, Fatty! Get your ass over here! Elsa got you weed!"
"It's not weed—"
"Wait, can you trip on catweed?" He faced her once more as a smirk formed on his lips.
Elsa shook her head. "That's not a question I'm qualified to answer."
"Huh..." Jack stuck his tongue out as a wide assortment of new ideas popped inside his head.
"Please tell me you're not considering smoking catnip," she mumbled with a sigh.
"... I'm not considering anything, Elsa."
Prompt by Ayame_D, vnfirwg: Jack getting a plant.
