"Dun dun DUN!" Jack chimed victoriously as he wandered into the dining room after finishing his message with Simms. He'd wrapped two slices of pizza on a place in foil and leaving it on the counter to bring down later, figuring that it would be obvious to anyone coming in after that they were being saved. He didn't really like making the offer to the guy, but it felt wrong not to. Simms was still technically one of them, even for all of the horrible shit he'd done. And if the guy fucked up this time around and started trouble, he could reasonable convince himself never to bother again. No real downside, aside from dealing with the man himself.
He grinned at the small crowd that had accumulated and dropped a hand onto Oliver's shoulder as he passed to go sit near Pam. He lightly nudged her foot under the table in a silent thanks for the help, and for the harassment in the kitchen before. As much as he liked watching people as they picked out what pizzas they liked, it really was better to actually be involved with the group as they ate.
He caught wind of the conversation as he settled, opening his mouth to chime in only to get distracted by a snuffing sound under the table. Frowning thoughtfully, he leaned back in his chair enough that the first two legs tipped up off the floor, and released a bright laugh as he saw the begging pooch. An instant later he was grunting in disappointment at himself, his brow furrowing. "Aw, noooo, we should've made doggy pizzas too. I wasn't even thinking." He ducked his head down again, his lower lip protruding. "Sorry, Bearbear. Next time, okay?" Glancing back up, he focused in on Marco, his tone casual. "Just be careful with the pizza crusts, they've got garlic." Looking to the rest of the table he gathered up his slice of veggie pizza and folded it in preparation to eat. "You guys were talking about all the weird smells? I keep getting whiffs of mowed grass and flowers."