[Jake once made the mistake of comparing one of Finn's flings to Flame Princess, so no way was he going to voice the first thought that comes to mind at Ziggy's description. Besides, those girls had all been rebounds. Whatever this was now, Finn didn't seem troubled by those same feelings that took up so much of the last three years of his life (and, by proxy, Jake's life). He seemed troubled by the totally normal, totally surmountable woes of being a young man riding the line between kid and grown.

They were out the other side on this one. And, if Jake's honest, it made him feel relieved more than anything else. Glad, too.]

Yeah, I bet I will. And I won't salt your game or anything, promise. [Not at first, anyway.] I'm in my chill-Jake era, bro. Very trustworthy.

[As he crosses to the kitchen with a wide grin, Jake can't quite help an affectionate hat tussle as he moves toward the kettle.]

I missed you, ya dork. [The statement seems to come out of nowhere, and yet not at all. A shared thought that comes unbidden.] Go get some plates.