"You got it," Jack nodded once as he made his way back to the counter. "Yeah, thanks! A bunch of people were doing outdoorsy shit yesterday to prepare for the storm, so I figured I'd make up a few things for when they came back in. I've been through enough New York winters to know that I'm shit for outside help when there's that much white crap out there. Don't be fooled by this manly, chiseled exterior," he waved a finger up and down his own form before returning to work. "I'm a delicate sunflower. I can barely handle the five minute walk it takes to get to the subway." It was mostly a joke, though he really couldn't thing of any time he'd spent more than a few minutes out in the middle of winter unless he was playing with Izzy.
He fired up two skillets so he could get both omelets done at the same time, then went about expertly dicing up some ham, breakfast sausage, mushrooms, baby spinach and tomatoes on the wooden cutting board. "So where are you guys from?"