Marco smiled down at his plate, silently grateful that Jack was still willing to maybe teach him how to make something good, even after the weird food conversation and the kind of comparing him to a cartoon rat. He raised his head as Jack mentioned drinking, and simultaneously glanced towards the bar. He wanted a drink, too. Being sober was shitty, even when he really wanted to tell himself that it wasn't. He breathed a sigh and looked back down at his food.
"Juno found my costume," he mumbled before he shoveled more fries into his mouth. He shot Juno a glance, and started to perk up again as he distracted himself from his shitty cravings. "I just wanted to have a blaster or a ray gun or something, and she found this, and it's pretty fucking great."