I mean, if we got some nasty shit like double fried - I don't know - hog fat on a stick, c'mon. How hard can cheese pancakes be? The guys at the diner should be able to whip it up with a little incentive. Wouldn't mind waiting an extra ten minutes it, either. [He spreads his hands with an accompanying wolfish smirk.] Gotta cater to the customer if you want that business to fly, right?

[He'd have lightly plucked the proffered cigarette with his lips if he could reach - but he settles for the less bold and amusing alternative, patting himself down for his lighter. There's a considering pause after he's found it before he extends a hand in an offer to light Jack's cigarette.]

Ah hell, you first. While I'm feeling generous.

[He giggles warmly.]