[ Oh, trust Jim, those blessings are counted with every delicious, sugary bite that he can't rightly berate him for. Speaking of bites, that's what he's doing, right now. He takes a bite of the cookie he'd already swiped, and a grabs a brownie too, for good measure. ]

Then don't tell me what I can and can't eat after getting beamed into some alternate place and stabbed with some stabby things that makes me look forward to my check-ups with you, Bones.

[ He hums in agreement to head over to the small cafe with him. ] Do they have espresso? You just can't get the food synthesizers to make a good espresso shot.