The only sound for a few moments was the low thud of Jake's feet and the whoosh of air as they moved. The accusation in Finn's voice told it's own story, one that Jake seemed determined to change with some companionable silliness.

"What's so bad about sleep? Sleep's like, one of my top five favorite things, bro." His face turns slightly, looking over his shoulder at the little steaming teakettle that was his little brother. "And anybody who helps me get to sleep? Those guys are bonafide heroes, dude."