Rye was reading over one of her reports of a new patient at the asylum trying to make their room more comfortable before they were transferred over. Que her ignoring Jason after yelling that dinner is done for the past five minutes, he doesn’t even have to try and sneak up on her... Once’s he’s within rage of his target he hugs her and lifts her away from her laptop running to the kitchen. “MY BABY IS GONNA EAT MY FOOD OR IM GONNA BE DRAMATIC AF WHEN YOU TRY TO CUDDLE ME TONIGHT”.

He’s getting angry that the wind keeps bowing out his lighter and Rye just pokes it lightly with her pinky and pow! It’s on fire... That little show off...

At first all Rte can get out of him is quiet yes/no’s but as she keeps delivering his coke rum. He slowly starts to joke and actually say full sentences.

Jason shakes his head before bursting into laughter as she dangles in the rope. “Aw, is widdle kitty stuck in the rope? Does she need help getting down?” He lifts up his grapple gun and shoots himself next to Rye. “With how much you sleep on my couch. Are you sure you don’t live at my place? But before I let you free to go free… Ask nicely with a please and thank you? Or I’ll leave you up here.”