which one hogs the blanket
Phryne. Total and unabashed blanket hog. But this usually works out because Jack is a sleep cuddler and just burrows in with her.
which one cuts the other’s hair
The first time Phryne cuts Jack’s hair Jack is so convinced it’s going to end horribly that he buys himself two new hats to cover it up—but it turns out Phryne did a lot of hair-cutting in the war, and she’s actually pretty good at it. Neither one expected it to be so intensely intimate, though, and they had to pause half-way through to bang right there in the bathroom. A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL.
which one makes coffee for the other every morning
Mr. Butler makes the coffee, partly because it’s his job and partly because both Phryne and Jack are TERRIBLE at it. Hers always comes out watery and his always tastes like tar.
which one picks up the pizza
We’ll substitute “pizza” with “ordered food” bc I doubt pizza was super big in Australia in the 20s. And it’s Jack, mostly, when Mr. Butler is out of town and he knows Phryne would just eat jam out of the jar if left to her own devices.
which one likes their music on full volume
PHRYNE. Sooooo phryne. Sometimes Jack can hear it all the way down the street, and he tries to mind because it’s probably bothering the neighbors, but then he walks in the house and Phryne’s dancing with the music filling her from the tips of her fingers down to her toes, and he can’t be mad.
which one complains about the crumbs on the bed
which one is ticklish
Neither, surprisingly. They both grew up with the feeling that they were slightly broken because of it—or maybe other people were, that you could poke them and they’d dissolve into giggles. (Hugh and Dot are both THE MOST ticklish though)
which one sings and which one plays the music
IT’S CANON, WE KNOW THIS ONE, OH GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE. AHEM.
Phryne sings. Jack plays. I AM A MESS.
which one proposes
Phryne does. Jack never ever ever in a million years thought Phryne would ever want to marry anyone, so he was Very Much Not Prepared. There was a big fight, involving Jack trying to make sure Phryne really wanted to marry him, and Phryne getting mad that Jack assumes she doesn’t know her own mind, and this horrible mess ends with Jack leaving for the weekend. Jack feels sick an awful the whole time, and finally tracks her down on Monday morning, reading the paper, bare feet on the settee. “You don’t have to marry me,” Jack blurts out before anything else. “I’m already yours.”
And then they don’t get married, because the whole concept really does freak Phryne out in a Big Way, but she’d been terrified that Jack wanted to get married and losing him was somehow more frightening than marrying him. They live in perfectly content basically-but-not-actually wedded bliss forever and ever the end