“This might sound silly… but do you think they really made an honest mistake with the food? Or was it intentional to see how we’d take it?”
“Actually, I’ve been wondering the same thing,” Jack admitted. “On one hand, you have Jean and Mary’s seemingly honestly surprised reactions this morning, but on the other it seems just a little too convenient for this place. I mean, we’re basically trapped in a nursery, with the knowledge that if we leave, as we have a right to, we have to face our newfound difficulties outside.” Jack shrugged. “Maybe it’s a mixture of both,” he said.
Chastity nodded. “Yeah,” she said and then a pained expression flickered across her features. She winced and put a hand to her stomach.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, concerned.
She remained silent for a moment. “I don’t know… it felt like a really bad stomach cramp for a moment… then it went away.” She looked at him again. “I feel fine, now.”
Jack shrugged. “Maybe breakfast didn’t agree with you for a minute.”
Chastity thought about it, and then shrugged as well. “Maybe. Either way, no more cramps at the moment.”
“Good deal,” he said as he arranged all of his forms in a neat stack and set them aside. He stood up and went back to the bookshelves, once again perusing the titles. He picked up The Hunt for Red October and started reading it absently until there was a spot of pink in the corner of his vision. He focused on it and it resolved into Chastity. “Yes?”
She smirked at him. “Are you going to stand there reading all day?”
“I hadn’t planned on it; did you have something else in mind?”
“I think we should explore this building a little more. We hardly covered the fifth floor,” she said.
Jack looked at her obliquely. “You just want to go back up to the toy room and cuddle your big teddy bear, don’t you.”
She shrugged impishly. “Well, a little stopover couldn’t hurt. Come on.”