John rolls his eyes slightly, making a face at Jack as if to say "see, didn't avoid anything..." while also half-eying Tosh's food as he realizes he hasn't eaten in a while either. He always had that problem on missions, forgetting to eat, caught up in the excitement.
He casually stretches an arm across the back of the couch, behind Tosh's shoulders. "So what's the plan, then, to get this ball rolling and move on?" He gives what he thinks is his charming smile. "You're a good sport...better than I would be about it!"