I return his smirk with one of my own, seeing no reason to argue. If any of those kids are thinking of anything less than innocent about Jack, I'm certain I don't want to know about it. I'm sure more than a few might have a crush on him, though. I know I would have if I'd had a camp counselor like him.

In fact, I still have quite a few fond memories of Counselor Jeff when I was a kid, the object of my first Big Gay Crush. I was eleven.

Come to think of it, he looked a lot like Jack. Huh.

Jack's question pulls me from my drifting thoughts and I glance over to see what's caught his attention, grinning at the wrapped picture hanging above the television.

"What's it look like?" I ask him, biting back a grin as I scoop up a forkful of poutine for myself. "You have to finish your dinner before you open up your presents though, of course. And leave room for the pie."