"Yeah, exactly, and he's probably barely over it." Jake tosses off, a little sourness coating his words. "I guarantee you, Jermaine's totally still holed up in that hotel wishing he'd never left his studio."

Grinding black pepper into the eggs, Jake realizes just how loud the grinder seems to be in the kitchen in this moment.

"But, uh, I mean. Totally ask him, you never know, right?" Jake clears his throat, turning down the heat on the eggs. "I'm sure he'd have plenty of ideas on how to improve things."