So Shiyuan had given him the signal, the "I'm-going-to-go-kidnap-Vincent-signal" and Jack had sprung into action. He had his sweater, his wallet, his cellphone... Everything! Leaning against the side of Schubert's tiny and oh-so-charming ice cream parlor, the first year hummed lightly and slightly out of tune to himself as he waited for the fun to begin.

Not that going out for ice cream was such a huge endeavor, but... they'd make it a good time.