"Ah figured there had to be something more to it with how specific ya'll were bein'." Jay's favorite donut was whatever one was within his reach. They were a treat he didn't see often at home, with a Momma who kept her family full on home cooking.
As he sat there, Jay started to feel slightly awkward just watching her make a sandwich for him. He felt like he should offer his help, but sandwich making was hardly a two person job. When she asked about pickles and ketchup, the southern boy's face crumpled in exaggerated disgust. "None of that, no thank you m'am."
The mock horrific expression he'd worn faded as she elaborated a bit on her powers. And Jay was back to being a little confused when talking about her powers.. somehow made her feel thirsty? He hadn't been expecting the demonstration, but when she phased through him to continue on to the fridge -- Jay froze, breath caught in his throat as if breathing or moving was going to somehow affect the outcome of her phasing through his legs.
"They ain't awesome. Not compared with that.." His arm moved in a sweeping gesture to where she'd passed through him before reaching out to take the plate. "Ain't gotta ask what they let me do.. but that.. ain't no one ever going to see it comin'. It's just so cool. Plus, you don't got to hide anything when yer jes' out and about and ya'll ain't ever got to worry 'bout moulting." Jay flashed a quick smile, then bit into the recently prepared sandwich. Mouth full, he nodded appreciatively and after he swallowed, he practiced the manners any Guthrie boy was taught. "This is real good. Thanks, Kittah."