"Y'know, that's pretty rich coming from you right now," Jake reminds him, slipping the eggs onto a plate before stretching up to fetch his latest batch of jam from the fridge. Cherry-flavor, deep and dark. "He said some stuff to me, Finn! Like, I'll get over it, but it still hurts! I'm... processing."

Slipping the eggs and jam in front of Finn, a hand (with fork) joins it shortly after, followed by salt, hot sauce, and a pat of chive butter. Over by the stove, a the smell of buttery biscuits tumbled out of the oven as Jake creaked it open. "Oh man, I outdid myself with these ones, buddy."