"Maybe," says Jackson.

"Hmm, would you like a tiny cactus?"

"What would I do with a tiny cactus?"

"I dunno. It's small and cute. Guessing that's a no. Hmmm, you're hard to buy gifts to. Perhaps I could buy you a book, wink wink nudge nudge."

"...what are you saying wink wink nudge nudge about."

"I like reading books and am trying to get you to like reading books, too. Come on, didn't you get the reference, I made this same joke like three months ago."

"I don't remember jokes you made three months ago," says Jackson, bewildered. "Anyway, I don't think I have a rule about where I can get books?"

"Good, then. Do you have any genres you prefer or should I just go wild? And fiction or non?"

Shrug.

"Hmm, alright, gonna get you one fiction and one non, then."

"...okay. You really don't have to, you know."

"You said that already. Do you mean to say you don't want me to? You can say that instead, and I won't."

"I dunno."

"It's the kind of thing friends do," she shrugs.

"Okay."

"Okay! Alright, I'm gonna go grab some food, then."

Nod.

She goes and grabs food and returns, humming happily under her breath.

Jackson appears to have maybe consumed one entire forkful of mashed potatoes in the entire time it took her to do that.

"...not hungry?" she wonders.

"Not really."

"Uh, have you been eating right, lately?"

"I never eat, like, a lot of salads or anything..."

"By 'right' I meant 'enough.'"

"I'm not hungry, I don't think you're supposed to eat when you're not hungry."