we do our time like pennies in a jar
It's been more than a little while since Jack has graced Stigmata with his presence. He's been... indisposed, shall we say, in ways that apparently involve high volumes of dirt and a distinct lack of fancy suits. The camouflage pants, t-shirt and light jacket he has on now are probably the most casual things he's ever warn to the Nexus, which should be clue number one that you've entered the Twilight Zone.
Clue number two is that he's not drinking yet, and in fact is only being tentatively sociable. Rather than making any particular fuss over his return, Jack has settled into Stigmata's kitchen to fix himself something to eat. Or at least he started out fixing something for himself, but he kept finding new vegetables and herbs to add, and then there were steaks -- after two weeks on MREs Jack is physically incapable of passing up fresh meat -- so at this point he could probably feed a small army. Oops.
The door's open, and if the smell of herbs and spices isn't enough to draw you, he may actually come out and force food on you. After all, if he can't think of a believable explanation for bringing it all back to David's men, he has to pawn it off on somebody.
Clue number two is that he's not drinking yet, and in fact is only being tentatively sociable. Rather than making any particular fuss over his return, Jack has settled into Stigmata's kitchen to fix himself something to eat. Or at least he started out fixing something for himself, but he kept finding new vegetables and herbs to add, and then there were steaks -- after two weeks on MREs Jack is physically incapable of passing up fresh meat -- so at this point he could probably feed a small army. Oops.
The door's open, and if the smell of herbs and spices isn't enough to draw you, he may actually come out and force food on you. After all, if he can't think of a believable explanation for bringing it all back to David's men, he has to pawn it off on somebody.