"Yeah, that's totally fine," Jack nodded to Cecilia, waving his hand a little in the air before moving in to attack his shake again.
Oliver was too busy arching a brow at Juno's display to gather that he was getting the same thing from Marco. He understood where the frustration came from, and wanting to be in the know, but he didn't appreciate the rotten child act considering how many people were already dropping everything to help. He let it slide for now, realizing that after his morning with Owen, and coordinating the attack, so to speak, his patience was currently on a bit of a thin wire. Dealing with that was the last thing they all needed. "Anyway, I've got some research into obscure 1950s law to do." He stood as he tapped a finger on the side of his shake. "Mind if I get this to go? I can grab a cup myself if you don't want to get up."
Jack was already moving to slide out, pretty certain that whatever chill cloud had sort of settled over the table was broken now. "Nah, I'll do it for you. If you want something to do, Jujube, we could start peeling and soaking potatoes if we're doing that soup."