Jake had long since reframed his cooking hobby as a sort of protracted mandala. Great art was worth doing in and of itself, even if immediately sacrificed to the maw of destruction (also known as Finn Mertens).
"Ooh, picnic dungeon? Now you're talking my language." He takes a biscuit for himself, breaking off a crumb and feeling it back and forth. Springy, light, fatty. Jake smiles, looking up at Finn, who despite everything seemed... excited about the future. It was enough to banish any lingering thoughts of Jermaine or his own exhaustion; doubts burned away in the light of Finn's excitement. "I wonder if I still have that bubble potion from Wizard City, I've been looking for a trap to test it out on..."
He finally pops the biscuit in his mouth, chewing for a few blissful moments. It was good. All of it.
"Y'know, it's been a while since we inventoried our packs." Jake suggests, coming out of his brief moment of gratitude with a little more eagerness. "Sound like a fun way to kick it before bed?"
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"Ooh, picnic dungeon? Now you're talking my language." He takes a biscuit for himself, breaking off a crumb and feeling it back and forth. Springy, light, fatty. Jake smiles, looking up at Finn, who despite everything seemed... excited about the future. It was enough to banish any lingering thoughts of Jermaine or his own exhaustion; doubts burned away in the light of Finn's excitement. "I wonder if I still have that bubble potion from Wizard City, I've been looking for a trap to test it out on..."
He finally pops the biscuit in his mouth, chewing for a few blissful moments. It was good. All of it.
"Y'know, it's been a while since we inventoried our packs." Jake suggests, coming out of his brief moment of gratitude with a little more eagerness. "Sound like a fun way to kick it before bed?"