There was a similar fading of his grin at her words. There had been six members of the Jones family on board. Now there were just the brothers. Before he pulled himself back together, knowing that four or six did not matter. It was not as if it really mattered either way, given that the parentals were not exactly there even when they were physically there.
While she was busy worrying about what a cookie could possibly do to her figure, Slav himself had picked up another one for himself and was already biting into it. He had little worry and few hangups when it came to his body, and had been told when he had been given cookies that he needed a 'bit more meat on his bones.' A comment he had shrugged off and taken the cookies with a lot of thanks.
With a laugh, he shook his head. "The only accent I can really manage is my own, thanks." Of course, he had purposefully played up the barely there Texan accent until it was a full on twang.