"My first apartment without a roommate had two rooms. If we're including the bathroom." Jack began compiling a mini sundae on his spoon by meticulously gathering a tiny bit of everything he'd put in the source. He thought about his first studio apartment, deciding to leave out the fact that it had not only had it been of decent size, but in lower Manhattan. "I could barely keep up with that much." So, he'd had someone else clean it. Shit, he really was an overprivileged dick.
He tilted his head a little when Juno switched her statement to radio, then realized she was getting back into character. Or maybe he was the only one jumping ship in that regard. "Anyway, the sort of useless facts I remember are like...Coca Cola would be green if they didn't add brown coloring to it. Or....shit, what's the other one...Oh! All polar bears are lefthanded, which sounds like bullshit to me because who the fuck knows all the fucking polar bears?"