[Jack likes being the source of unexpected little nice things. Sort of like Santa Claus, without the breaking and entering or stalking. He grins broadly for the show of surprise, handing off the Thermos and taking one of the indicated cookies. He snaps it in half, and munches idly at what turns out to be a wonderfully buttery sugar cookie as he offers Luminair the other half in a carefully flat hand.]
My pleasure. Now, you mentioned that you teach magic . . . ?
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My pleasure. Now, you mentioned that you teach magic . . . ?