[Jake hums in pleased acknowledgement, Finn's bid apparently successful, before layering the mixture into the loaf pan. Some substitutions had to be made, but the smell was right on the money. Jake felt optimistic about it.]

That's cool, dude. [He heads over to the oven, ignoring the numbers and simply turning the dial to the same spot they did at home. He could check if the temp was right once it preheated.] Weird to think about someone else touching your hair, though.

[Hand snaking back to the fridge, Jake fishes out a half-rasher of bacon he'd smelled there earlier. His one observation begat another curiosity that'd been nagging at him.]

And hey, what's with all these humans out of hats? I thought that was your species', like, whole deal.