2015.08.16 - Fish and Skype

*Ethan Skypes with Liam while preparing dinner for Jason and Jacob.*

August 15, 2015

Jason's Private Yacht - La Push Marina

*This scene follows shortly after 2015.08.16 - Sympathy for the Devil.*

*Private Yacht*

*The medium sized 84' long yacht has the name 'A Howling Good Time' creatively stenciled along its port and starboard sides, as well as next to a dive ladder on the transom. In each location there is a cartoon looking wolf on two legs howling, in an exaggerated style. For those that know the owner of the yacht, this was likely some small dig or joke at his expense. Because it belongs to Jason Christopher. The yacht has a great deal of deck space along the aft part of the deck. With a smaller sunning deck on the second floor behind the helm. The fore deck is complete with a small pool. There is a climate controlled kitchen and lounge on the main deck, indoors, with stairs down to bedrooms, restrooms, and another lounge which doubles as a screening and game room. Naturally the vessel has all  the modern amenities one would expect: wifi, satellite television, and    various creature comforts. There is even a well-appointed gym and steam room with a large hot tub.*

The rest of the drive into La Push is somewhat less eventful. Jason does exactly as he suggested he would though. He is already on a phone with a lawyer about pursuing the acquisition of K9s. He is used to getting things he wants, both Jacob and Ethan knew that. The drive through La Push reservation may not have impressed Ethan any more than the trees along the way did. No Macys. But as they park at the marina and walk up to the yacht, well hopefully he is a little more impressed. "I think you'll be comfortable here Ethan. If there is anything you need though." It goes unsaid, but again by now Ethan must know. If there is something he needs, he usually needs to only ask. As soon as they are out of the car again, he easily slips an arm back around Jacob, and gestures up towards the boat for Ethan to head up. He already knows the ship after all, since it is his.

Ethan Carver tucks away his phone again as he climbs out of the car, letting out a low whistle as he looks over the yacht. "Nice," he admits, then takes a look at his shirt. It's covered in blood and gore, and he wrinkles his nose as he peels it off, rumples it up, and chucks it into the nearest trashbin. No sense making a mess on such a nice boat. He reaches into the backseat for his large hiker's backpack, slinging it over one shoulder, then starts up the gangplank. "This yours, or did you rent it, like the car? Pretty swanky."

It's a curious thing. Jacob's never thought sexually about another guy--not really--in his life. But suddenly, here he is, arm in arm with Jason like it's the most natural thing in the world. Of course, for Jacob, it is. He smirks a bit at Ethan, though, and shakes his head. Turning to Jason, he asks quietly, "Is he always like this?" He breaks off into a chuckle. "Jason's not one to spare any expense," he explains for Ethan, a bit needlessly.

Jason Christopher shrugs and looks around. "It is mine, yes. It was in storage in San Francisco. I really haven't had a lot of use for it in a while. But this was a good opportunity to use it again. I am frankly a little tired of staying at the bed and breakfast in Forks anyway." It was 15 miles away also, in the heart of vampire reeking Cullen territory. "Yes, but his overall non-plussed acceptance of things around him is rather common where he is from." Well non-plussed by the material anyway. Ethan has displayed on more than a few occasions how plussed he was by what Jason could teach him. That was why he was here after all.

Ethan Carver lets out another low whistle, shaking his head as he peers around the deck. "I could get used to this. Never really lived on a boat before, but I'm not seasick yet, so that's a good sign, right?" He turns to face Jason and Jacob, hesitating for a long moment at the way they seem so easily intimate together after the very emotional scene just a few minutes earlier. Suddenly, he flashes a cocky grin. "So where can I clean up? The drive was about four hundred house, and if I didn't stink bad enough after that, there was the whole battling the undead thing." Not only would he appreciate a long, hot shower, it would give Jacob a chance to get Jason to open up a bit more about his feelings. Because even Ethan can see they exist, no matter how hard Jason tries to hide them. "And if you point me to the kitch...er, galley...." See, he knows a thing or two about nautical stuff. "I can rummage up something for us all to eat. I dunno 'bout either of you, but fighting the forces of evil works up my appetite." And would give the couple even more time to bond. Or whatever.

Jason Christopher smiles softly and gestures inside, then moves along with the belief that Ethan will follow. "The ship has a number of things I am hoping will make you feel at home. Including a gym." he smirks a little over his shoulder as he walks Ethan to his room. Passing through the galley along the way. He seems comfortable with Jacob being close. But he also doesn't look quite ready to have any more emotional epiphanies or breakthroughs just yet. Baby steps with the immortal werewolf prince wolf guru please.

"I could eat," Jacob says with a shrug, though he's already looking to Jason for cues. It might even be a bit annoying--especially for Ethan, who's somewhat along for the ride--how readily Jacob defers to Jason and, when not *really* holding back--just plainly dotes on him. Jacob also seems oblivious to any such issue. "I think it's awesome," he declares of the boat. He too seems quite content at just... being close and not pushing things. But then, he's still basking in relief at Jason's acceptance on any level.

Jason Christopher smiles softly and gestures inside, then moves along with the belief that Ethan will follow. "The ship has a number of things I am hoping will make you feel at home. Including a gym." he smirks a little over his shoulder as he walks Ethan to his room. Passing through the galley along the way. He seems comfortable with Jacob being close. But he also doesn't look quite ready to have any more emotional epiphanies or break throughs just yet. Baby steps with the immortaly werewolf prince wolf guru please. Jason considers and smiles softly. "Food would be good. Though I suppose I could use a little cleaning up as well."

Ethan Carver bugs his eyes wide when he sees the cabin he's been assigned. "Wait, this is for me? Dude, it's almost as big as my room in Beacon Hills. And that's the master bedroom. I...guess I wasn't expecting such a big room on a boat, ya know?" He gives a sheepish sort of grin and heads inside. "See you guys in the galley in a few." And with that, he shuts the door and gives the two a bit of privacy. Soon enough, the shower can be heard running.

Twenty minutes later, Ethan is in the galley, wearing a pair of boxer shorts under an apron he found somewhere. His hair is still damp, and he smells a whole lot better than he did before. How did Jason know his favorite brand of moisturizing body wash? He has a laptop open on the counter, as he pokes around in the fridge, holding his smartphone between ear and shoulder, waiting for someone to pick up.

[Phone] Liam Dunbar says, "Ethan? Is that you?"

Jacob has had his turn to clean up as well--only took him a couple of minutes, really--and he re-emerges wearing his same cargo shorts. After all, they didn't really get dirty before. He finds Ethan in the galley and leans up against a wall (A bulkhead? Jacob sucks at nautical talk.) to nod at Ethan. "You cook?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

[Phone] Ethan Carver says, "Babe! Yeah, it's me. Just got here, finally. Well, actually about an hour ago, but there were vampires to kill, so that took a while. Plus I wanted to shower after, because ugh!" The sound of things being shifted around in a refrigerator can be heard. "How're you doin', babe?""

Ethan Carver peers over his shoulder, cheeks coloring just a touch when he realizes he's bent over and waving his boxer-clad backside around. "Hey, dude. Yeah, I cook. Somebody's gotta, right? Hang on a sec." He stands up, holding a tray with a pair of trout, which he slides to the counter, then taps his phone and places it on a nearby cabinet, saying loudly, "You're on speaker now. Liam, I'm here with a guy named Jacob. Jacob, my boyfriend, Liam. Hey, why don't we Skype, so you guys can see each other?"

Liam Dunbar's voice can be heard from the phone "Uh... Hi! And just really miss you already. But Jason worked it so I can visit on weekends ... you know as long as Scott says its okay. And Um sure if you want give me a second to get up to my room? I was just walking home from the lake." His voice was full of emotion happiness and a touch of embarrassment, "Also Uh hi Jacob! I guess I'll be meeting you soon?"

Jacob doesn't seem terribly troubled by Ethan or his butt, just standing there casually enough. When Liam's voice comes on the phone, he says, "Hey, Liam. Your boyfriend's kind of weird, but I think we're gonna let him live." A moment passes, and he adds, "Meet me soon? Why'd you say that?"

Ethan Carver is bent over the refrigerator again, though this time he tries to aim his posterior away from Jacob. It's only polite, after all. "There's gotta be another...Ah ha!" He emerges again with a third trout, as well as three lemons. The latter he plunks on the counter in front of Jacob. "Slice, please," he says, then wipes his hands on the front of his apron before opening the video chat program on his laptop. Nope, not commenting on the whole 'let him live' thing. "What were you doing at the lake, hon?" he asks in the general direction of the phone, as he shifts the fish closer to the sink. Before he starts rinsing them though, he pokes around in cupboards until he finds the flour, dusting a large area of the counter's surface. He really does seem to know his way around a kitchen. Er, galley.

Jason Christopher wanders out from his room wearing a muscle shirt and a pair of Lycra running shorts. It is far and away the least dressed anyone has seen him. Outside of the day he and Jacob went swimming. It is hard to see under all the clothing and a jacket. But he really is built. Much like McCall it is more a swimmer or acrobat's body. Maybe it is an alpha thing. He nods approvingly at Ethan's selection for food. Then calls out in that quiet voice he affects. "Hello Liam. I'm happy to tell you Ethan survived his first Cold One relatively unscathed."

There was the sound of a door slamming and a few seconds later of feet pounding up stairs, "Cause Jason fixed it so I can visit on weekends? So if you're one of his friends I'll probably meet ya. And yeah he's weird, and pushy and... I miss him so much." Again more backgrounds sounds could be heard including clicking and rustling cloth, "Um honestly? I was at the lake skipping rocks trying not to cry and missing you. Met a cool hippy lady.... Hey Jason... Thanks for setting up the visits. Still don't like him being so far away though!" There were not back ground sounds of light panting, what is the pup up to now?

"Don't believe a word Jason says, babe," Ethan calls to the phone, as he begins rinsing the fish. "I got my ass handed to me and then some. Vampires are made out of granite or something, my claws didn't leave a scratch on 'em." He pauses at Liam's words, his expression growing more sober as he glances between Jason and Jacob. "Ya know what, babe? Think I'm gonna come home to visit next weekend. Forgot to pack a few things, and we can go to the lake together. How's that sound?" He dredges the trout lightly in flour, then washes his hands and starts hunting up the largest skillet he can find.

Jacob gives Ethan a bit of a look, but then he raises his eyebrows, shrugs, and finds a knife. "Sure. Slice lemons," he mutters, and begins cutting the lemons into thick slices. Well, maybe Jason would find it appealing if Jacob learns to be useful in the kitchen. That would be useful if--gah! The thoughts come so readily, they just sneak up on him. Jacob ends up concentrating *really hard*on slicing those lemons, all of a sudden, though he does mention, "Claws are too small, not sharp enough. Teeth are better, if your jaw's strong enough."

Jason Christopher walks over and sits at the table, leaning back and looking. Well looking relaxed. Like honestly and truly relaxed. Telling them both the truth, all of it. Well it seems to have helped him a great deal. He shrugs and nods to Ethan, plane flew both ways after all. Ethan didn't need his approval of course. But as the teacher in this teacher student relationship he gave it regardless. "The type of vampire has a rock like skin, yes." Trouble was that was the type that would likely be coming to Beacon Hills too. If Ethan was visiting, hopefully he'd tell Scott about it. He should hear from one of his own first hand.

 Jason grins at Jacob's advice. Jake was his 'student' also. But he also had some first fang experience killing cold ones already. "Claws it the intermediary phase between man and wolf. The man wolf phase. They are large enough then." As evidenced when he bodily shredded and tore the vampire in half. "To bad the one escaped. She was the most dangerous." He seems unconcerned about the witness or the carnage they just left behind.

It takes a second then Ethan gets a Skype request. And the camera is aimed at a pull up bar in Liam's room, and Liam is doing pull up's and sweating, and is also only wearing a speedo. The kid may be a Dork, okay IS a dork, but he knows how to be a good boyfriend. "Awesome then maybe I can visit you next weekend?" His was doing nice slow pullups, and his body was glistening. There was also the impression that if there hadn't been the two other people that Liam wouldn't have that speedo on. "You'll do fine. Also Jason if anything happens to him, I'm so running up there and, probably getting my ass kicked by you.... But you'll get glared at while it happens! A lot!"

These are nice sized trout, so it's going to require two skillets. Ethan butters them, then sets them to heat on the cooking surface, before checking on Jacob's progress with a small smile. "Good, good, just like that. You got it." He opens the bag of sliced almonds, the first thing he located and put aside earlier, and measures out three-quarters of a cup. Checking the skillets, he makes sure the butter is melted, then lays in the fish. Concentrating on cooking keeps his eyes from wandering to Jason's Lycra clad package, which would be a bad thing to stare at with Jacob in the room and Liam on the phone. Or anytime really, because staring is rude, even if the damned thing is *right there*, just begging to be stared at. At the annoying Skype alert sound, Ethan turns and answers the request, eyes flashing when he sees Liam in a Speedo hanging from a chin-up bar. Okay, here's something he can openly stare at. Good thing he's got an apron over his boxers, or this could get embarrassing. "Damn, babe. I dunno if I should turn this toward the others or not. Ah, what the hell. If you can't show off your boyfriend...." So he turns the laptop to face both Jacob and Jason, letting them get a look at Liam's bod, as he goes back to browning the fish. "Hey, warn Scott about the vampires. Seriously, if these things are headed your way, you need to be careful. Don't engage until I learn their weaknesses and crap."

Casually pointing at Jason with the knife, Jacob says, "You are *so* teaching me that trick as soon as possible, now that I know you can do it." He gives a small shiver of pure excitement. "God, Jason. You were so... *badass* in that shape. No, more like... *magnificent*." It's a much flowerier word than Jacob ever normally uses, but he's trying to capture something unusually important, too. It seemed to fit. The lemons sliced, Jacob washes the knife and carefully wipes it dry, putting it away.

Walking past Ethan, he claps him sharply on the bare skin of his back, that big grin returning. "Kitchen's all yours, chef!" he declares, and then sits down beside Jason. He doesn't do anything too gooey or lovey dovey, but he does sit very close, so their thighs are just touching. He glances at the screen, then back to Jason, and puts on a little smirk so Liam can't see. Murmuring very softly, he speaks to the man beside him.

Jacob Black mutters to Jason Christopher, "Do you... trying... to... Ethan... sure... I think... thinks... Not sure... tell him that... don't even... works... more... to... am to, like... *Sam*."

Jason Christopher arches an eyebrow at the display and hides a smile. "I sensed your strength Liam. I wouldn't want to cross you." Of course Liam sensed his too. But the boy did have immense potential. "But don't worry. I have no intentions of letting some clot sucking leech harm a wolf in my presence. Ethan is safe here." He had helped him earlier tonight after all when that venom was harming him. No nothing was going to happen to him here. Save, he'd get stronger.

 Jason seconds the comment Ethan makes. "Liam, I agree. Please make sure the pack there understands. Just how dangerous they are." He doesn't seem at all bothered by Jacob's proximity. Listening to him he takes a breath and arches his eyebrows slightly. Ethan was promiscuous to be sure. Even with someone like Liam basically worshipful of him. There was no judgement in it. That's who Ethan was and Jason readily accepted it. Ethan was a damn good wolf in Jason's mind. He decides to reply in his typical voice. "It's very endearing, and I'd suggest very directly."

Liam Dunbar could been seen on the screen glistening slightly and moving up and down, it was clear the kid worked out a lot. He also knows nothing about how much Ethan's eyes wander. After all he's the totally devoted type of wolf. He smiles I'll tell Scott... Make sure he knows, but you might want to call him with any details." He was panting as he didn't stop his work out, he wasn't *just* showing off. He was making sure to keep in good shape after all school starts soon so that means school sports.

The trout browned, Ethan lowers the heat to medium and snatches his cellphone, ending the call and setting a timer app for five minutes. This gives him time to mop down the counter and generally clean up a bit. He finds three good-sized plates and places them on the counter, finishing just as his phone beeps. He grabs a flipper and shifts the fish onto the plates, then towels out the skillets and adds more butter. While waiting for it to melt, he glances over to Jason and Jacob, cocking a brow. What are the two of them whispering about? Conspiring against him, no doubt. Well, he has the solution to that. "Jacob, would you set the table while I finish up here? Not the plates, I still need those. Just, you know, silverware and glasses. Jason, I'll leave the wine selection to you, since you're way more expert than I am. Plus I have no idea where you keep the wine, so...." Time to add the almonds, which he then stirs around a bit, before moving around the counter to watch Liam some more. Though the apron hides some physiological responses, the flush to his skin and dilating of his pupils is pretty obvious. "Don't tire yourself out too much," he says, shifting from one foot to the other. "You know I'm gonna wanna Skype again later, before bed." Or in bed, as the case may be.

Jacob is nodding thoughtfully to Jason when Ethan gives him another *chore* to do. Jason will feel Jacob's momentary bristling, as if he were going to object, but then he just rolls his eyes and stands up, going go poke around the galley until he finds silverware and three wine glasses. "You can get away with that since you're cooking," he tells Ethan firmly, "But don't get used to giving orders, New Kid." He then begins setting the table as requested, glancing at Jason with a *Can you believe this crap?* sort of expression. He's admittedly curious about the wine selection, though. At Jacob's house, dinner is never like this. Not by a long shot.

And in the pack, well... dinner isn't usually served on plates. Or cooked.

Jason Christopher ponders what it might take to teach Jacob and Ethan new phases of their wolves. It was not an exact science. It was in fact a deeply spiritual thing. Forming a deeper bond with the animal within meant different things to different people. As a result some phases came easier to some than others. It was a matter he was considering, and had been. "Jacob. Something I've considered. The mind bond you share with the pack. I'm wondering if you learn to phase to a new form..." The thought goes unfinished aloud. But it is very thought provoking. He stands up and goes to the bar, selecting a nice Chardonnay that pairs well with trout. "It smells very good Ethan. This should complement it well." He smiles at Jacob and chuckles shrugging. Much like last night in the car with Liam. Jason could easily smell Ethan's arousal. He likely didn't want to wander around with it so obvious. On the other hand it was Ethan. So maybe not. "Liam, I'd like you to start learning Tai Chi. It promotes stress relief, and will be a good foundation for the martial arts lessons I'll be giving you."

Liam Dunbar hops down from the pull up bar and is out of the camera for a second then moves over to change the angle which gives a *very* nice close up of his speedo clad bulge, for all of 2 seconds before he lowers the camera and starts doing push ups while looking at the camera, " Totally. Or we can try love." He was crimson as he said that, he was still new to all this. Then he looks up towards Jason, "Do I need a teacher for that too? Or just like find something online?" He was still showing off and doing one handed push ups. Actually ethan being gone is likely a godo thing for him training wise cause he was spending all the time he used to work out coming up with creative dates, or making out with Ethan. "I didn't know you could cook. You're sooo making me dinner this weekend. I had a power bar, salad, and protien drink for dinner tonight."

Ethan Carver lets out a small whimper, looking between Liam on the screen and the stovetop. Finally, he just spins the laptop around to face the stove, so he can keep an eye on both as he stirs the almonds again. "I dunno what it's like in your pack, Jacob," he says cheerfully enough. "But where I come from, everyone pulls their weight when it comes to mealtime." Which Jason knows is a complete lie -- the twins were pretty much the bitches of their pack, and Ethan did most of the cooking and cleaning, while Aiden took whatever minor chores Ethan barked at him to get out of the heavy stuff. "Besides," he adds with a cocky grin, as he begins pouring the buttery almond sauce over the fish, "you wanna learn to do this stuff for Jason, don't you?" Rinsing the pan and leaving it in the sink, he squeezes lemon over the fish, then uses the rest of the slices to garnish each plate. What's missing? Ah ha! He returns to the fridge and plucks a few sprigs of fresh parsley. And presto, trout amandine! He carries to plates to the table, placing the first before Jason (Alphas eat first!) and the other in front of Jacob, before pulling off the apron and wiping his hands one last time. "Liam, babe, we're about to eat," he says, crouching to bring his face level with the laptop and lowering his voice. "You better go find yourself something more to eat, babe. Something *substantial*. I don't wanna come back next weekend and find you've starved yourself like some emo, understand?" His eyes sparkle wickedly, as he adds, "Gotta keep your strength up. Gonna need it when I get back."

Jacob presses his lips tightly together, managing not to say anything too hot-headed in response to Ethan. After all, Jacob is friends with Paul. He *knows* when he's being goaded. So he puts on another big smile and says, "Like I told you. Since you're cooking, you get away with it." He settles back into his seat just beside Jason, calling over so Liam can hear, "Better go for some meat, kid. You don't want to get scrawny!" And then he settles back next to Jason, their shoulders just casually brushing. And he murmurs to him again.

Jacob Black mutters to Jason Christopher, "... want... to... like... I... do... do... you?..."

Jason Christopher replies to Liam, shaking his head at the crotch shot. "You can start basic Tai Chi online Liam. Two weeks of practicing will give you a very rudimentary foundation we can build on. Also Ethan is right. Eat something." He is almost tender talking to Liam. He is so young and earnest. Jason shoots a glance at Ethan. It would be wise not to push Jacob to far on day one. Or he might throw him overboard! As the meal is served Jason pours wine, contributing to more young werewolf delinquency without a care. Jason glances at Jacob and smiles some before replying.

Jason Christopher mutters to Jacob Black, "... alright Jacob.... to cook.... doing..."

Liam Dunbar actually whines when he hears they're about to eat, but it would just be weird to watch them eat while he worked out, probably counterproductive as well. He has moved on to crunches by now and is still nice and sweaty but seeing Ethan is about to leave and that no one else can see, he grins. A moment later he's giving the camera a close up of his abs, "If I eat too much I might lose these wouldn't want that." Then as he still talks casually he does *something* on the screen that only Ethan can see that will make the other teen want to rush back to his laptop for a more private chat the second dinner is over. "Okay Jason I'll look it up online see what I can find. And there's probably some leftover chicken in the fridge... I'll have a little of that in another salad if it makes you guys happy." There was no hint of whatever he was doing at the same time to drive Ethan wild.

It's probably a good thing Ethan is crouched behind the counter right now, with only his head and shoulders visible, because he's gone bright red, his eyes sort of glazed over and jaw hanging slightly open. It's also a good thing he turned the laptop away from the others earlier, because Liam is putting on quite a show. "Y-you're trying to make me crazy, aren't you?" he groans, his breathing much faster now. "You go eat something and be ready to Skype again in an hour or so. And I mean *ready*, 'cuz we're gonna have a long...talk." He glances over to Jason and Jacob, then back to the screen, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Love you bunches, Liam. Remember that, okay?" And once Liam has responded, Ethan takes another long look, then quickly shivers and says, "One hour. Bye, babe." Quickly, he shuts the laptop, before things get even more out of hand. Still, he'll need to continue crouching behind the counter for a bit until blood starts flowing to his other limbs again. "So uh," he calls, unable to look directly at either of the wolves at the table. "How's the fish?"

Jacob, who has only the mildest interest in Ethan and Liam's flirtation, is quick to dig into the fish. He even makes a little impressed face, careful to show it mainly to Jason. He samples the wine, too, and decides it's all right. Not that Jacob's ever been much of a wine drinker before--but, if Jason thinks it's a dinner beverage, then he *will learn* how to drink wine! After a few more bites, he even starts to relax on a level he didn't know he *wasn't* relaxed. It's their first totally honest meal together, and it... dammit, it *does* make him feel all goey-warm and disgusting inside. Except he likes it. Dammit, dammit. Except it's so nice!

By the time Ethan asks, Jacob's settled into a cheerful *Oh, why fight it?* attitude and flashes that bright, warm grin of his. "You did good, New Kid. You sure you don't want to take your plate down to your room and have a *nice, private talk* with the puppy, there?" Oh, Jacob's teasing may well be merciless. After all, he has the pack's standards for loving abuse to keep up.

Jason Christopher takes a bite of his trout, and chews thoughtfully. "My compliments to the chef." Though at the moment it seemed the chef was a bit distracted by the laptop. One might only imagine why. "Very good Liam, on both counts." His attention is returned then to the meal, after taking a small sip of wine. He makes a slight face. As a general rule he seldom drank. But he cultivated the appearance at least for different times it was needed. This was not one of them, he gently slides the glass away, to just focus on the meal. "Excellent, Ethan. Come at eat. Trust me your arousal is obvious if we see it or not." He taps his nose without bothering to look up from the plate. He does glance at Jacob with a grin. Imagining all the teasing that has gone on through the pack mind bond since Jacob imprinted on him.

Liam Dunbar winks at Ethan and gives one last little something just privately for him, then says, "Talk to you guys later. And Ethan, if Jason tells me you've been well... a little too *interested* in anyone, no more Skype." With that he turns off his connection and goes about his own business waiting for Ethan to be free.

Of course, Ethan's blush only deepens at the teasing, but he's not giving in just yet. "I uh...spilled some flour," he lies, ducking beneath the counter. "Just lemme sweep it up, and I'll be right there." Come on, man. Concentrate. Fish, fish aren't sexy, and there's one right up there waiting for you. Lemons, definitely not sexy. Wine, which won't do a thing to intoxicate you, but will probably taste nice with the fish. Whipped cream spattered all over Liam's neck after the battle in the rail yard, that tasted wonderf...Dammit! Not helping. Ah, screw it. They could smell it on him anyway, so why not. Making sure he's still tucked *inside* his boxers, he pushes to his feet and grabs his plate, joining the others at the table. And doesn't at all try to hide the fact that his boxers are more than a little damp and a lot more than a little fragrant. Hey, they asked for it. At least the 'tent' has gone down. Some. "So yeah, I cook. I can teach you, Jacob, if you want. It's really not that hard."

Jacob tries to keep from looking like he's about to laugh, but it's only a partial success. "Ethan," he attempts to explain, "I'm in a wolfpack. We can all *hear each other's thoughts* whenever we shift. We don't have any kind of secrets, and we're basically naked around each other all the time. None of it's a big deal." Then his grin widens. "So the fact that you're being so *precious* about this whole thing? It's... it's a gift. You're going to be *so fun* to tease. Just... thank you. No, sincerely--" And he raises his glass of wine. "Thank you." Taking a sip and putting it down, he then adds with an air of pure innocence, "Me, cook? Why? When I'm hungry, uh... I usually just go and *hunt*." Unless there's Cheetos or something, but that would spoil the moment. His gaze drifts over to Jason as he speaks, silently and automatically checking his reaction and, of course, seeking approval.

Ethan Carver places his plate on the table, chuckling a bit nervously at Jacob's words. "L-like telepathy? That's...uh...." He glances down at himself. No, he really can't sit at the table in this condition, no matter how much the others pretend to ignore it. "I'm just gonna go change. Go ahead without me, I'll be back." And then he flees to his room for another shower and change of shorts!