Jack didn't resist the grabbing of the money- his money, in his mind- and instead slowly finished the fish. He set the pan on the seat of his motorcycle, and slowly stood up. He stretched, and looked to EMily. He had a face that had mellowed into unreadability, giving off a vague sense of good nature and cheer. "Ah, don't worry about it flower. He's taking back what's his after all. Its his money." He happily handed over the 5 coins that had been in his hands, and smiled. The smile didn't seem to hold much mirth in it. "Just keep in mind Heno that I don't like bein' manhandled like that. Indicates a lack of respect and trust. And if you can't trust Honest Jack, I don't know who you can trust. Ask for your money back, and I'd have given it to ya like an adult."
With that, Jack walked over to his saddlebag and dug out 3 large plates. They were burnished metal, and kept carefully scoured. He walked back to the fish, and hoisted what was in the pan onto the plate. The plate was filled with enough fish to comfortably feed 4 people. "Go ahead and get eatin'. Hope you all brought your own fancy silverware, I've got none of my own."
With that, Jack walked over to his saddlebag and dug out 3 large plates. They were burnished metal, and kept carefully scoured. He walked back to the fish, and hoisted what was in the pan onto the plate. The plate was filled with enough fish to comfortably feed 4 people. "Go ahead and get eatin'. Hope you all brought your own fancy silverware, I've got none of my own."