Flicking the shell onto the counter, Jake covers his sigh with a cough. The egg begins to sizzle pleasantly, oil browning the edges to perfection.

"Huh? Oh yeah no, man, I mean. I dunno how much that's Jermaine's scene, but you could always call him if you wanted to set something up." There's a clink of glass spice bottles as Jake blindly feels around for the pepper, not looking up from his egg. "Just don't get your hopes up too much, he hates travelling."