Finn makes a grumbling sound as the food is placed in front of him. The savory smell of perfectly cooked biscuits wafting across the room was making his stomach growl too.

“Me?” He protests incredulously, eyes on the tray that Jake was taking out of the oven as they spoke. “After today I’m Finn: one, inner demons: zero. I think your Grumbo is gonna be talking to Jermaine.”

Talking with all the confidence and surety of a sixteen year old who had recently solved exactly one problem.