"Psh, please," Jake scoffs, finding it comically easy to feign arrogance now that the fear of permanence was washed away. "I knew you were gonna be just fine, these things just take time to work on."

He gestures for Finn to turn around, flicking some water right back at him when he doesn't immediately do so.

"Let's reestablish some boundaries, buddy, this water's cold and I needs-a some privacy." A thought came to him, suddenly. A brilliant one. Potentially inspired by the smell of burning chocolate still rising off Finn's hat. "Meet you downstairs for hot cocoa?"