[ That actually does manage to penetrate Jake's perpetual stream of 'mhm, wow, cool buddy', though not from the same place as Finn. Where the teenager felt curiosity and imagined the potential, the dog was stuck on the time. Just how long had those two been here, exactly?

How long were they going to be here? ]

Blech. [ He frowns at the garlic skins, sweeping them over to Finn's pile to make room for yet more grating. ] Er, my blech was about the garlic, not the lovebirds. It sounds mad romantic.

[ How much of his internal thoughts were spilling into his tone? Jake didn't know. Which is why he immediately elbows Finn in the side, grinning suddenly. ]

Soooo... how about you, bro? Got your eye on anybody yet?