Jack crossed his arms and gave the doctor a stern look.

"What I witnessed says otherwise," he said, in no mood to argue.

He then turned to Carver.

"That's enough of [i]that[/i]," he said.

Lock set his hand on what passed for Carver's shoulder. When Jack turned away, he gave Carver a tight, but affectionate squeeze as a reminder to not push her luck. She wasn't going to the lab tonight, and if she behaved herself, maybe Jack could ensure she [i]wasn't[/i] grounded for the next sixty-or-so Halloweens. While Jack was appeasing both sides, he was clearly more on Carver's, at least for the moment.

He would have been a [i]lot[/i] harsher with her if he wasn't, especially after her petty throw of that pebble.

It didn't stop Lock from snickering at her smart remark about the doctor's shared brain, or adding to it.

"That's how we know he [i]was[/i], at one point, a gentleman."

Jack shot him a glare.

"[I]Lock[/i]," he said in warning.

Lock quickly behaved himself again. His tail flicked in agitation.

"J-just kidding, Jack!"