"Least your hands wouldn't get wrecked," Jack pointed out as his fingers traced curlicues, before the arrival of food pulled him away.
"Yeah, I'm pretty loveable. Especially when I come bearing food," he teased, a twinkle in his eyes. He opened the package with his bacon and sausage, a nice pile of it, and plucked out a strip of bacon with his fingers, groaning softly as he popped it into his mouth.
"Now that's heaven," he said, licking his lips as he opened the box with his pancakes so he could load butter and syrup onto them.