Jake holds it up to the light, checking its sharpness. The slicing edge seems to glint in the light, almost comedically up to the task of slicing biscuit. Any sharper and it could take someone's eye out.

A welcome distraction from the small voice in Jake's head who couldn't help screaming will this kid ever let up about the freaking dungeon?

It wasn't a kind voice. Jake hated the voice. But damn if he didn't kind of agree with what the voice was implying.

"Heh, you really wanna check 'em out, don't ya?" Jake chuckles, a little more tired than he strictly meant to. "Well listen, don't feel like you gotta hold off on my account. I probably won't be up to dungeoneering for another couple days. Crank that oven for me, will ya?"