Scotty, who was doing his best to now look anywhere but at Pam (and, of course, Tobias), shrugged at the question about the garden. "Hasn't been long enough for anything to grow yet, bro," he told him, smirking a little at his slurring. He couldn't blame the guy, and honestly, he was glad that Jack had a coping mechanism. He didn't know Jack well enough to know if this was healthy or not, but it wasn't something he thought about. "And we all appreciate what we've had in the kitchen, but holy shit, fish sounds fucking amazing. We got time to see if we can catch shit today? I'm fucking all for that, yo."