Drying his eyes, Jermaine shoves him back, too tired and limp from laughter to do a very good job of it.

"Oh man, Finn, when we find that guy he's on the hook to make us, like, the best meal of our lives." He closes his eyes, imagining it. "Like, food so good it makes your mind melt. No stops left unpulled for our thank you dinner, y'heard?"

An unassuming door had appeared in the whiteness and the two dutifully trudge toward it, Jermaine distracting himself from whatever grim reality was on the other side by imagining Jake's spread.