And he'll be there about fifteen minutes later with a casually pilfered six-pack from the Lounge (and about ten of those spent chatting with Raylan) before he knocks on Warren and Jacobi's door briefly before he lets himself in.
"So, where were we up to again? There's too many parts after the fourth movie."
"We just started with the the horrible lady in pink," he says from the couch, where a whole host of movie snacks are laid out. Jacobi's already into the popcorn.
And of course he'll let himself get dragged forward, using the motion to harvest a handful of dry snacks and a few pieces of hard cheese.
"You know, I have to wonder if there's any copies of the series left in paper form in the library now," he muses, not trying to hide the grin in his voice.
And then Jacobi's legs are in his lap as he leans back on the couch, taking his arm away to open his beer. "Why? Thinking of catching up on your YA reading?"
He tips his head in joking acknowledgement. "Oh yeah, I'm thinking about starting up a book club for the kids, you know?" He pops a cracker into his mouth and continues, mouth half full, "It's not like any of them will have read it before, might as well start with the classics."
"Oh sure. They can start with Harry Potter and the Mountain of Trauma. Or Harry Potter Goes to Therapy. That's the kind of books those kids need," he snorts.
"Harry Potter and the Lack of Parental Oversight," he cackles. "Say what you want about my dad, but at least my mom still likes me! And I was a very well behaved youth."
"Think that says more about the general state of people who come on the Barge than the thistles." And he drawls the word shamelessly just to torment Jacobi. "Or at least the number who can't see them here is single digit."
He groans, elbowing him in the side before taking a drink. "Shut up. Does seeing dead people walking around count? I mean, they see the ghosts and those don't count."
"Oh probably. Or just living your life on the Barge would do it." He shrugs. "My first was April 24, 2009. Well, my first two, I guess. At the - uh...accident in Ohio."
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Bring the beer. I'll have Warren make snacks.
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"So, where were we up to again? There's too many parts after the fourth movie."
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"You know, I have to wonder if there's any copies of the series left in paper form in the library now," he muses, not trying to hide the grin in his voice.
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Hand now free of snacks, he rests an elbow to dig into Jacobi's shin so he can lean forward and grab his own beer.
"Christ, I forgot about the bloody horse things," he comments abruptly when his eyes catch the screen.
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"They act like it's such a big deal, but literally everyone on this ship would be able to see one."
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But the thought makes him pause, and he frowns. "...huh. I don't actually think I counted until after I got here."
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