“Heck yeah, biscuits!” He settles back into the booth, looking contended enough to wait. BMO was crawling onto Finn’s lap, looking for a place to cuddle. “With lots of butter, and jelly, and maybe an egg? Two eggs, yeah.”

Finn pulls his knees up, holding BMO close while Jake takes their mugs away.

“Now that my head’s all un-donked and I’ve got my slaying powers back, there’s a couple dungeons nearby we should check out. I found them a couple weeks back but I was saving them until I could do the deed. One of them was crazy with traps, just in the entrance, Jake. You’re gonna lose it.”