Tail wagging at the smell of tea, Jake hops up to fetch himself a cup as well. The mugs here were dainty and didn't hold all that much liquid; not really his speed, but when in Rome...

"Oh right, Bryce. He set all this up, right?" Seizing on a fresh distraction from the Finn situation, Jake tosses a sly glance over his shoulder as he rips open the teabag. "What's that like?"