Jude, having been in the house--and village, far as he can tell--first, doesn't even acknowledge the permission by shrugging it off. People like this guy enjoy the sound of their own voices, and the jokes they tell are largely to make themselves laugh. Ignoring the unimportant parts of what people say is the best armor he's found since he started school as a kid, and he's only found a handful of people to remove it for.

"I know a guy who might help, but he'll probably want something in exchange." He could lean on the gift of the journal to push Jax toward charitable endeavors, but he doesn't really have a reason to.

Him, he'll work on it just to have something to do, a break from batch after batch of paper. "Should probably pick a kitchen to put it in first, there's a few on the way to where I'm headed that were pretty big, if you want to have a look."