It's funny. All Finn said was I guess I could go myself, but Jake's brain could've sworn he said, Well, I guess you don't love me anymore and also you're so old you might die crossing the threshhold... I just beat my biggest personal demon yet and everything, but sure grandpa, sit on the sidelines and miss out on the rest of my childhood.

However much his body was ready to be resigned to 'Sure, Grandpa,' his brain's anti-gramps hairtrigger was still active. Pathetically so.

"Well wait, hold on, how many traps are we talking about?" Jake asks, backtracking on his own words. He was home free, and here he was, signing himself up for another night in the ice bath. As Lady would say: pathetic. "I feel like I could be up for a brainy-style dungeon tomorrow, if you're still offerin'."

He slid the biscuits in, cranking up the timer. Fifteen minutes, just enough time to fry up some eggs.