"Don't worry about it. I have been there plenty of times myself." He reached over and gave Dan a light pat on the shoulder. And he didn't have the problems Dan had. He could ignore his for the most part.
When the doors parted he let out a sharp slow whistle. He could smell the food. "Okay, I like it black. Especially if it's good, if it's bad I like it loaded with sugar." Jack teased, as he walked toward a table. "And if there's anything that looks good, I could eat."