The arms, still flitting around busily, flagged a bit at Finn's answer. They seemed to hover in the air for a moment before drawing quickly back into Jake, leaving him looking strangely small at the other end of the table.

He clears his throat, knife and fork squeaking against his plate as he begins digging in.

"So, uh." Jake takes a large bite, chewing slow. Something about talking around a mouthful of food made the next question feel less loaded. "How'd ya sleep?"