Daniel chuckled at their host's joke, raising a hand to cover his mouth still full of danish. "You look like a delicate sunflower all right," he said, laughing still. He licked a fallen crumb from the pad of his thumb. "Personally I'm glad you're a better hand in the kitchen than outside. If this danish is any indication, that's gonna be a damn fine omelet."
After finishing his danish, Daniel propped one arm up on the back of the chair, one atop the table, his dark gaze dancing from Jack to Kris and back again. A lock of black hair fell neatly over one eye. "I'm from Atlanta," he said. He tipped his chin toward Kris. "He's got a much more interesting origin story. We were just talking a bit about it..."