Jack watched Juno dunk and eat the fry, listening to her and Marco talk, before he stole another fry for himself and followed suit, dunking it into his own sundae and eating it. Yeah, that was good. He hummed his approval but refrained from taking another, instead working at cutting one of his banana's in half with the edge of his spoon.
"Just remember, whatever all this crap is it probably won't last much longer than the beach thing did. We'll probably get back and find that we've got a four-car garage or something. Or a..." he tipped his spoon up, waving it in the air briefly as he tried to think of something else. "A llama farm. Something like that."