[Far be it from Jake to resist a topic change when he sensed one. Finn's nervey energy wasn't a red flag necessarily -- it could've been hunger, could've been that 'retirement' joke he'd just made, could've been eagerness to talk about this Wei Wuxian guy. Pressing on an assumption wasn't going to get Jake anywhere.
Besides, if Finn wanted to tell him, he would tell him. The kid could take his own time with it.]
Nope. No dice on that dude. [Jake stands, moving to the stove to check on the meatloaf. As soon as he opens the oven door, the familiar aroma that had been filling the kitchen doubles. Tail wagging, Jake pumps his fist in celebration.] Heh, still got it, Jakey. Dried herbs ain't got nothin' on this dog.
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Besides, if Finn wanted to tell him, he would tell him. The kid could take his own time with it.]
Nope. No dice on that dude. [Jake stands, moving to the stove to check on the meatloaf. As soon as he opens the oven door, the familiar aroma that had been filling the kitchen doubles. Tail wagging, Jake pumps his fist in celebration.] Heh, still got it, Jakey. Dried herbs ain't got nothin' on this dog.