A slow smile quirked into an outright grin. "I think I can forgive the lack of a Frosty. If you ever feel a desperate need to make it up to me, buy us one to share when we go to the show."
There was something completely adorable about Gatsby. Jack was torn between grinning like an idiot, wanting to ruffle his hair, and wanting to grab him for a kiss. Only the grin really worked for right now, so he settled for taking the chicken strips and fries and heading for the table Gatsby'd readier earlier. "Careful you don't get me too spoiled. I could get to like it." His mind was already working on ways to return the favor in a couple of weeks.
He looked at the art scattered around the room. "Which of this stuff is yours?"