Almost. [Jake nods, setting the meatloaf to rest up on the stovetop.] It's gotta rest. Then we eat. Ten minutes, tops.

[He bumps the oven closed with his hip, taking a deep sniff of the meatloaf. Oh, that's the stuff.]

I gotta find some sprinkles in this place... [That's muttered to himself more than Finn, already on the hunt.] You got any more crushes I should know about in the meantime?