Jess was pretty sure Cook would keep mum on the subject, but he also highly suspected his mother was already hot in his trail in this regard. "I believe Mother has already picked up the scent as it were." He had yet to tell her he had serious intentions for Fallon, more for the worry that Beatrice would be a little... too much for Fallon. He was not particularly sure they would get along and that would be a headache for him. His mother's opinion on that matter did not sway him one way or the other, but it would be easier if they were friendly. "Probably won't tell her just yet though, enjoying where we're at for the moment. Unless you want me to?" He would of course in due time, but the fact that Fallon was about to be gone for an undeterminable amount of time, did not present the best opportunity to do so.

"An odd pair, but you do seem to balance one another out." Fallon was hot-headed, quick on her feet and stubborn; Miss Skovgaard was much more mild-mannered, even-tempered, they were certainly a complement of one another. Jesse could easily understand that though they wouldn't work on paper, but in reality they were good for one another. He could not claim any close friends like that, though he supposed he was closer to his siblings than she was. Kirke was a good friend, but not until more recently, they certainly couldn't claim childhood friends as Jess had a couple years on the Gryffindor.

Leaning back onto the pillows Jess sighed contentedly, reaching out for something else to eat. This he could certainly get used to.