Jacklyn gives him an amused look before rattling something off in Welsh. "Dylech ddysgu mewn gwirionedd. Byth yn gwybod pryd y bydd yn dod yn ddefnyddiol." She blows him a kiss.
"And goddess bless you too." Joan mutters to her, smirking when Jacklyn flips her off.
"I'd be lost with out my Ianto. That's for certain." Jacklyn nodded.
Joan arched an eyebrow. "Like that's ever stopped me...Or you for that matter." She gasps at Jack's insult before gritting her teeth, her hand going to her gun. As she pulls it Jacklyn reaches out and twists her ear. "OW! Owowow! Stop that!" She swats at Jacklyn's hand. The femme immortal only letting go once the weapon was re-secured into its holster. "Bitch."
"Woof." Jacklyn bares her teeth.
Joan rolls her eyes and turns to Gwen. "Three fourths true. I only embellish a little. Sides I'm probably more charming cause I jiggle." She grins to show she's only joking. "Your Jack huh?"
Meredith edged forward as the group talks, studying the dragon with open curiosity that was nearly child like.
Harry smiled warmly at Gwen. "A strong kick is a sign of a strong baby. You are well blessed." He chuckled. "Talking trees, fairies, flying horses, zombies...Hate zombies."
((OoC: Translations is "You should really learn. Never know when it will come in handy."))
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"And goddess bless you too." Joan mutters to her, smirking when Jacklyn flips her off.
"I'd be lost with out my Ianto. That's for certain." Jacklyn nodded.
Joan arched an eyebrow. "Like that's ever stopped me...Or you for that matter." She gasps at Jack's insult before gritting her teeth, her hand going to her gun. As she pulls it Jacklyn reaches out and twists her ear. "OW! Owowow! Stop that!" She swats at Jacklyn's hand. The femme immortal only letting go once the weapon was re-secured into its holster. "Bitch."
"Woof." Jacklyn bares her teeth.
Joan rolls her eyes and turns to Gwen. "Three fourths true. I only embellish a little. Sides I'm probably more charming cause I jiggle." She grins to show she's only joking. "Your Jack huh?"
Meredith edged forward as the group talks, studying the dragon with open curiosity that was nearly child like.
Harry smiled warmly at Gwen. "A strong kick is a sign of a strong baby. You are well blessed." He chuckled. "Talking trees, fairies, flying horses, zombies...Hate zombies."
((OoC: Translations is "You should really learn. Never know when it will come in handy."))