Jack was too busy thinking about Juno's little narrative to realize that cookies were back on topic, managing to look a little sick with all the mental images running through his head.
"This....got a little fucked up." He couldn't even muster up any surprise. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled a sigh, shrugging. "Or, alternative idea! How about we decorate the door. And then close it. Forever." He glanced back up at his charge. "How you doin' up there, Kai?"