Maybe telling Anna about that rude Jack person was a mistake and if she could go back in time to warn her past self against it, she would. But seeing as she has no control over time yet, there's really no other choice but to grin and bear it. Even if it means watching her sister keep up that poor façade of inconspicuous and second-intentions-free chit-chatting with her new idiot of a housemate.

Anna looks up from the floor where she sits cross-legged with the bulldog's head on her lap. She leans on her palms, curious grin bright and obvious on her face. "So… you're the tattoo artist?"

He smirks, leaning back against the counter and playing with the glass in his hand. "Is that my descriptor?"

"It's not," Anna says, sounding a little sheepish. "But I figured that'd be nicer than the stuff Elsa calls you behind your back."

"Anna!"

Jack snorts. "Bad-mouthing someone behind their back? Shame on you, lady."

"You are the last person I'd want morality lessons from." She rolls her eyes before looking back at Anna. "I thought you wanted to go to the farmer's market?"

"Oh, you know that was just an excuse to come check out your new friend, sis," Anna chides as if her train of thought is the most obvious thing in the world and Elsa's being silly for not catching onto it. And in hindsight, maybe her baby sister has a point there.

"Not my friend," Elsa mumbles through gritted teeth.

"Why don't you come with us, Jack?" The realization that her sister and that pain of a manchild are already on such friendly terms with each other is both a surprise and not at the same time. Anna is a social butterfly, always sweet and open to new encounters. And if that Jack idiot has issues with befriending someone as kind and genuine as her sister, he would have to answer to Elsa on that. "You could bring your dogs too! It's a totally pet-friendly venue."

"I'm sure he's busy," Elsa quickly answers before he has time to do so himself. "Supporting his clients' bad decisions, or anything just as thrilling."

He looks at her for a fraction of a second, but that seemingly insignificant flash is enough for her to read his thoughts like an open book. She can see when his brain shifts modes from mild amusement to chaos overlord. His eyes spark with mischief, his smirk grows a little more cynical. That man lives to make her life a living hell; of course, he wouldn't let an opportunity to make her miserable idly pass by.

"Now, what kind of gentleman would I be if I refused such a kind invitation from two beautiful ladies like that?" he smiles like a charming fairytale prince (or maybe a shady MLM scammer, Elsa is more inclined to assume).

She smiles back, hollow, and cold, and the least bit welcoming. "Don't you worry about it—"

"Besides, bad decisions are an any time, all the time matter. My clientele can wait for when I come back."

"Awesome!" Anna jumps up, completely ignoring the less-than-pleased waves Elsa's sending her way. "That means you're coming with us, right?"

His eyes are locked on Elsa's. He grins like the cat who got the canary. "I am absolutely coming with you guys."

"Hear that, Trekkie?" Anna coos, gently shaking the dog's boxy head. "We're going out on a walk!"

Elsa sighs at the same time as Jack chuckles.

"Let me get their leashes," he says, leaving the sisters on their own.

With her hands on her hips, Elsa glares at the other girl. "I bet you're feeling really proud of yourself."

Anna flashes an innocent grin. "Whatever could you possibly mean, sister dearest?"

Elsa takes none of that and scoffs, "What's your end goal, Anna?"

"Like I have one," Anna protests, indignant, but Elsa's skeptical expression quickly makes her add, "I mean, he looks like a good guy."

"Based on what, his taste in pets?!"

"They are clearly well-tended and very loved," Anna states matter-of-factly. "And you know who loves animals? Good people."

Elsa rolls her eyes. "Debatable."

Her sister stands up and walks up to her. Anna's smile softens a little as she says, "You're an introvert, Elsa. And there's nothing wrong with that. But it wouldn't hurt to broaden your social circle a little—"

"My social circle is broad plenty," Elsa protests, but both she and Anna know that there is no validity to the statement.

Is it though? Anna asks with her eyes. "You could use a new friend," she says, then gestures with her head in the direction Jack's disappeared from. "And I don't think you'll lose anything starting there..."