"Yeah, the assholes in charge of this place like to turn the power off when bad weather hits. We can't get to the store in town, and I guess there's no telling if They'll just magically decide to stop restocking things. Better to be safe, I guess. Anyway, most of the good crap is perishable, so we're good. And omelets I can definitely do," Jack promised with a laugh, though the idea only made him think of his attempts at teaching Marco how to cook. He started pulling out ingredients and lining them up on the counter before digging in drawers and cupboards for the dishes and silverware he'd need, moving with the fluidity and confidence of someone who obviously spent a considerable amount of time doing what he was doing. He paused only once at the coffee maker, filling it and setting it to brew hot water, and then was off again.
He moved back to the table with the plate of remaining danishes, letting them graze if they wanted in the meantime. "What kind of tea are you looking for? We've got a little bit of everything, I think." He snapped his finger lightly, pointing at Daniel. "Tea? Coffee? Oj?"