The shower had been marvelous.. Jack couldn't clearly remember the last time he had been properly clean, had a shaved face, or even had his hair combed. He had opened up drawers and cupboards almost as soon as the door had closed, quickly locating an extra toothbrush, a disposable razor, and the pile of soft clean towels. True, there was nothing but flowery fruity smelling soaps and shampoos on the other side of the curtain,, but it ultimately didn't matter in the long run, the months of dirt washed away from his skin, his hair free of oil and sweat. He would put up with smelling like a fruit basket if it meant he could be clean.

Emerging from the bathroom with his dirty clothes left behind in a laundry basket behind the door, his teeth brushed, his hair free of tangles and revealed to be a very light brown in color without the greasiness, Jack happily made his way into the kitchen in his borrowed clothing, ignoring the fact that he had had to roll up the pant legs several times before his feet had appeared. Grinning cheekily at Ella as he parked himself into one of the chairs of the small table. "Smells delicious, which is much more than I can say about myself. What is it with girls and things smelling like flowers and fruit?" He teased, barely able to fight back the urge to pick up his utensils and dive into the food. He wasn't sure if she was the religious type, he might offend her by tucking in before she had a chance to say a prayer or something. So he waited, mouth watering uncontrollably, letting her make the first move.