"I think, somehow, that should be my line," Jack could only laugh at that. "But sausages are brilliant. Still, there's nothing quite like bacon." Crispy, greasy, delicious bacon. He was going to marry it someday. A big bacon wedding. Okay maybe that was a bit far. But still!
"Doesn't have a name yet. And works better with the piano, but here." Jack slid his fingers into position for the first chord, and then started to play. It was a work in progress, but he had a verse and the course, and he sung it out. It was definitely incomplete, and ended rather abruptly. "Need to figure out the rest."