Jack took the cigarette and a match, but slipped the cig into his mouth without lighting it. It felt good there, and he could get the faint taste of nicotine in his mouth without the smoke, which settled him. He wiggled it in his mouth a bit as he thought, dunking his straw into his shake before his brows turned up.
"You guys have any ideas on what kind of soup we should make for lunch today? Or what kinda soup you guys like?" Because he should probably get on that soon. The cigarette bobbed as he spoke. "I was thinking maybe loaded baked potato. It's filling and it's got a lot of good stuff in it."