Jackandjill Ginger Nicole ((better)) -

Nicole smiled. “That’s the secret ingredient.”

“And I’ll carry the payment and the gossip,” Jill would reply, patting her coin purse. jackandjill ginger nicole

Jill drank. The warmth spread from her throat to her toes. Within minutes, the gray haze behind her eyes lifted. She blinked. “How do you always know?” Nicole smiled

When they finally reached the cottage, Nicole was already waiting on her porch swing, a glass of amber liquid fizzing in her hand. She took one look at Jill and set the glass down. The warmth spread from her throat to her toes

At the bottom of the hill lived two best friends: Jack and Jill. Jack was tall and lanky with a tool belt always slung low on his hips — he fixed anything that broke, from fences to music boxes. Jill was quick and clever, with a laugh that sounded like wind chimes; she ran the town’s little market stall. Every Thursday, they’d make the trek up Bumblebee Hill together to pick up Nicole’s weekly batch of ginger ale.