Jack grunted intelligibly through the mound of whipped cream, then spent a few seconds forcing his lips closed so he could swallow. When he was finished he reached for a strawberry and nodded. "You can smoke in here if I can bum one." He was surprised that request had come out of his mouth considering he wasn't actually a smoker, but it felt right.
He sat the can down on the table, plucking the hat off of his head with his free hand before running through his hair. "And, I guess if we get anyone else in here try not to smoke then." Glancing over to Cecilia and Oliver, he took a bite out of the strawberry then pulled a napkin out of the dispenser to throw the stem on it.