One on One RP anybody?

Lincoln had no idea about what was to come, that he would be taking their child into his care. All he knew now was that Graham was his closest friend, and his friend’s wife made the best gingerbread cookies he’d ever tasted… It was a memory Future Lincoln would look back on with bittersweet emotion.

He complimented Eve on her baking skills yet again, and brought up the baking competition. “I’m convinced that you’ll win first place,” he assured her eagerly. “I haven’t tasted them, but based upon their smell, no other entry will even hold a candle to your skills.”

Graham heartily agreed with both them.

“Awe, thank you,” Evelyn gushed, fidgeting with the hot-pad that she was still holding. “They might be cool enough to taste,” she offered, “But still be careful, of course.”

“How is it?” Lincoln hesitated to pick it up, nervous to burn his fingers. He looked at the steaming cookies, tentatively touching one of them on the edge.

Evelyn eagerly waited for their feedback, wringing the oven mit through her hands.

Lincoln gingerly picked up the cookie and took a very small bite. He quickly set it back down on the cooling rack, “Oh! It is hot. But scrumptious as always!”

“Oh, Good! I’m so happy,” Eve clapped her hands as a smile brightened her features.

Graham couldn’t see his wife’s face, but he heard her tone and knew she was making that adorable smile again. He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Lincoln tore a piece off of his cookie and brought it up to his lips, blowing air at it to cool it off before popping it in his mouth. As much as he liked talking to his friend, he was eager to leave and get the hardware they needed to fix Tip.

“Well, we should start to leave soon.” Lincoln walked up to his friend, and tapped his shoulder in request to shake his hand.

Graham shook Lincoln’s hand. “Aw, so early? You’ll just have to visit me even sooner next time.”

“Of course,” Lincoln grinned, giving Evelyn a polite farewell as well.

A smile spread across Graham’s face, holding out his hand to shake Jack’s hand as well. “It was wonderful meeting you too, sir. You are a pleasant man.”

Lincoln left, then returned wearing his coat and hat, and holding Jack’s coat draped over his arm.

“You’re welcome,” Graham replied warmly. “And if you do get the chance, you’re welcome back here at any time.”

Lincoln pulled into his own coat and wrapped his scarf comfortably around his neck.

Graham cheerfully waved in the direction of his voice, “You’re welcome, goodbye.”

Lincoln returned the smile to Jack, bid his final farewells to Graham and Evelyn, and turned to make his way towards the door. Preparing for the cold, and the light dusting of snow, he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Lincoln closed the door behind him and lifted his nose to the air, “Hm, yes,” he chuckled. “I haven’t really noticed the air here in years, but when I first got here, it had a very distinct scent from America. I bet it’s very different between time periods.” He walked down the porch.

“I understand that,” he nodded contemplatively. “When I first got here, it smelled like a city, just like the city in America. But the city smells are weirdly different, but not so much you can make them distinct.” He peered down the road to see if there was a carriage coming or not.

Lincoln’s lips curled into a full smile. He subtly hooked one of his fingers with Jack’s, then let it simply brush past time make it seem like an accident to anyone else. “Well, we have two options. We can either go to the store to find tools for Tip, or we can go back to my house until it’s time to go to the club.”

Lincoln rubbed his face. “Well that doesn’t help,” he laughed, “because I wouldn’t mind either way. But 8f I had to choose, I would prefer going back to my house.” He pulled his coated tighter around his shoulders, breathing out a hot cloud of air into the falling snow.

Lincoln tucked his rogue piece of hair behind his ear again, “A carriage, most likely,” he replied, “If we can catch one. We might have to at least walk to the town to find one. They’re less populated here in neighborhoods.” He looked sideways at Jack for his input. The snow began to fall more densely, and a thin layer of white began to gather on Lincoln’s head and shoulders like dandruff.
He was glad they were goin* home instead. As long as they didn’t fix Tip right away, the longer he would have with Jack, and he didn’t want him to leave.

Lincoln returned the smile, putting his hands in his coat pockets. He walked with him down the neighborhood street, through the flurry of snowflakes. The snow had gathered enough on the ground to cover the grass.