"Grumbo?" Jake asks, not recognizing the name. It's not that hard to put two and two together, but he takes another sip before answering. "If you mean that gourd-lookin' banana dude, yeah, he pulped me like yesterday's OJ."
As he was warming up, the soothing properties of the ice were waning. Still, it wasn't so bad. Nothing Finn's joy couldn't numb away, coating Jake in a pleasant balm of Good Vibes.
"It's a good thing you're back in hero biz, 'cuz I'm seriously getting old."
It was a rare thing for Jake to admit. Up until recently, any implication that he'd aged past 35 would be met with flustered excuses and demands to watch him grind the front stoop. That started to change earlier in the year, for reasons Jake never fully shared with Finn. Or even himself, really.
"You hungry?" He remembers himself, setting his empty mug down on the table. "Or did HW feed you?"
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As he was warming up, the soothing properties of the ice were waning. Still, it wasn't so bad. Nothing Finn's joy couldn't numb away, coating Jake in a pleasant balm of Good Vibes.
"It's a good thing you're back in hero biz, 'cuz I'm seriously getting old."
It was a rare thing for Jake to admit. Up until recently, any implication that he'd aged past 35 would be met with flustered excuses and demands to watch him grind the front stoop. That started to change earlier in the year, for reasons Jake never fully shared with Finn. Or even himself, really.
"You hungry?" He remembers himself, setting his empty mug down on the table. "Or did HW feed you?"