[Jack thinks he can keep his reservations to himself, though he’s never been a particularly good liar. He supposes, on some level, that he wouldn’t have said this to Genji if he didn’t mean it. He’ll try and process that himself, later. For now, it does sound good to eat something. Cooking something is not a thing he does very often, not when it’s more expedient just to scarf down whatever’s available, but he thinks he can muster the will, if Genji is looking at this like some kind of bonding experience.]
He gets up from the couch, grunting a little at the effort.]
I’ll see what we’ve got.
[But truth be told, there isn’t much, and he’s even more uncertain about what Genji is still able to eat.]
no subject
He gets up from the couch, grunting a little at the effort.]
I’ll see what we’ve got.
[But truth be told, there isn’t much, and he’s even more uncertain about what Genji is still able to eat.]
I’m not much of a chef.