I mean. You probably shouldn't. [Jake grins, relieved, cuffing the side of Finn's shoulder affectionately.] But who hasn't been in a rush before, y'feel me?

[Now that Finn no longer seemed compelled to cling, Jake could actually get a decent look at him. Physically, nothing out of the ordinary jumped out to Jake. His hair was a bit longer than he remembered, but the kid's hair always grew crazy fast. Nothing unusual there.

There were some cuts. One on his cheek, a few more down his neck, down his arm. That was also par for the course with Finn; Jake stopped getting worked up over those little scrapes and bruises a long time ago. Finn was always showing up with new ones from who knows where, and Jake's nerves would never get a rest otherwise.

So then why did Finn look so hollowed out around the eyes? Was he imagining it? Jake swallows the looming threat of later, growing to a rideable size and shape before wordlessly inviting Finn to hop on.]

Speaking of potatoes, you hungry? [For something other than potatoes. Jake didn't regret his pantry feast, it was just about the only thing keeping him standing right now, but those starchy dirt-eggs were weighing down his stomach something fierce. Maybe everyone else had it right. Maybe you shouldn't eat raw potatoes.] That kitchen down there was pretty stocked, I could probably whip us up something easy.