Jack was equally glad for Juno's arrival, not just because that was his girl, but because he had no idea what else to say to Marco about food. He'd seen Ratatouille, but couldn't remember a damn thing other than the mouse, and he wasn't sure how to feel about being compared to a cartoon. Thankfully, he had a pretty good distraction, simultaneously chewing and grinning like a dope as the two beamed adorably at each other. Good. He didn't know Marco all that well, but he knew for sure that both of them could probably use a few seconds of, well, that.
He took the mention of the omelette as a cue to sidle back into moment, shrugging. "Yeah, I heard. But he tried, which is the first step in learning. And we're learn him up good." He nodded once, then took a sip of his drink before humming. "I feel like this needs Irish cream or something. It's been a whole ten minutes and I'm way too sober." He glanced around and caught sight of the bar, but made no move to get up. Instead, he turned back to his company and smiled at both of them, gesturing with his head to their costumes. "So, was that planned? Or just the awesomest accident ever?"