The change to the treehouse almost felt seamless, one reality melting into the next before you noticed what was happening. It made Jermaine think back to the first time he'd seen Finn, after years of growing and changing. It was so jarring, looking at him. Did Jake even notice those little changes at all?

He sniffs the air, doggy scent receptors firing off on all cylinders. Maple, sugar, butter, fried salty goodness... it was enough to make Jermaine remember just how long it had been since he last ate.

He smiles, settling a hand next to the plates stacked beside the bounty. Looking up at Finn with that same smile, stretched a little thinner with distant worry and affection for their third brother, Jermaine nods towards the table.

"You hungry?" He took the plates, pressing one into Finn's hands and keeping two for himself. "'Cuz I could eat."