Hmmm, Earl Grey pie, huh? Jack suspected that his ma would like that, since she was a big fan of the tea itself. She only drank it at night before bed, but he recalled her doing that almost every night since he was small. He never really had much of a taste for it himself, but it was important to her. "Alright, alright, alright, you have me convinced to come to L.A. with you and trying all these pies." He threw his hand up just a bit as if exasperated, but he was definitely smiling.

He was pleased to see Gabe eating, knowing he was going to need the energy for all the catch-up that would need to be played on battle reports, troop movements and the like. "Exactly. We're in this together no matter what anyone might think." He reached out to trace a finger over Gabe's cheek affectionately. "I'll see what I can wrangle up, okay? I like Hawaiian. What do you like?"