A young man full of confidence and light-hearted joy, Jack had no such troubling thoughts while kissing Penny. He devoted himself to that moment and that moment alone. If any troubling thought had come anywhere near the Newfoundlander, it would have been much around whether or not she owned a "Kiss The Cook" apron. Beyond that, he had an armful of Penny. That was all that was important.

He led them back towards her quarters by the most meandering route he could devilishly devise, drawling out their time together as they talked on what they had seen in the ship's center. Hand in hand, the two were oblivious to the comparative chaos that they passed: a security detail hurrying someplace, a trio of older teenagers who so much resembled (and giggled) like one another that they had to be related, a couple of astro-navigation officers comparing notes as they headed for the bridge, another lost scientist (or was it the same one), and a powerfully built man whose head nearly scraped the ceiling grumbling about how his kids were going to be the death of him and when he found the three of them... It was nothing to Jack and Penny, however. They had each other in that moment, and it was a moment that Jack truly did not wish to see the end of any time soon! 

When Penny brought up the still, he grimaced a little. "A speakeasy? Don't know it'll be all that grand. Leastwise not at the start of it. Just a bit to wet our whistles, though in time we might make enough to bring some cheer an' and leave folks stunned. Needs more than just screech, though. Maybe... maybe whiskey. Wine, too. Come ta t'ink on it, wine might be easier! Make wine outta any old t'ing, in a gumboot, even! Just needs some yeast and juice! Maybe you is on to sumpt'in, Penny, m'duck!" The grimace gave way to something else, a narrowing of the eyes and a wrinkling of the brow as Jack thought more on it. "A little place fer folks to unwind a bit, take der ease, b'y. I t'inks I knows just the place for it, too..."

Glancing at Penny sidelong, he squeezed her hand. "For the rum, still needs a slut. Big kettle wit a lid, like one a' dem pressure cooker chummy-jiggers. Gots plenty a tubing an' a condenser, right near a good source of heat, down in Environmental Control. Gonna needs bottles, though. Whatever we kin scrounge up. Take some doing', but doin's what a Pumphrey's best at!"

They were closer to her quarters now, close enough that Jack actually began to feel anxious about the date ending! It was one of the those times a person gets only couple of chances at in life, and being an insightful man Jack had gleaned that this just might be one of those times. He had no intention of spoiling it by forcing himself upon her. His only real hope was that she would agree to a second date... and perhaps another kiss, should he be so lucky. In reluctance for letting things end so soon, he stopped and took up both of her hands in his so he might look into her full and wonderful face. 

"Penny, you given me an idear, no mistake, an' it's a grand one at dat, one you should be part of. So here's what I'm t'inking. I'm t'inking dat either tomorrah or day next after, you an' me go out again after work an' I'll show you where it's at I have a mind for a speakeasy of a sorts." Jack squeezed her hands together gently. "If you don't t'ink it's a good place for a screechin'-in, den we finds some utter place. Either way, I get to spend more time wit you an' you wit me an' I kin only hopes dat's to your likin'. How says you, duck?"