He raised an eyebrow. Slowly. Something was off, he just knew it. He wasn't certain what it was that was causing the feeling, but Bobby had the distinct impression that treading lightly would be a very beneficial plan for the afternoon.
"I'm so glad, because, you know, I didn't even get a card. I don't even think they make cards for what I need to say." He shrugged, chuckling softly, the picture of happy, worry-free Bobby Drake once more. He knew his role, he could play it, and how! He'd let himself get bogged down in concern later. For now, focusing on lunch and earning back some trust was a more pressing matter. Following Jean like a hapless puppy, he added, "You like salami? I saw some in the fridge earlier, I don't think it's even been opened yet..."