"Um, no." Jermaine takes a deep sip of tea, conveniently ignoring the fact that his cup was certainly empty. "Not really."

He sets the cup down with a sigh, fixing Finn with as brotherly a stare as he could muster. In some ways, he was leapfrogging out of one frying pan and into another. Still, at least the fire wasn't lapping at his own heels this time.

"Do you know why Jake asked me to set all this up, Finn?"