Jack quirks his eyebrows, sliding out of his own seat and hopping to his feet. "Hey, now," he mock-chides. "What makes you think I'm going to let you have all the fun? Let's see what we've got here."

He slides around the counter, poking into drawers and cabinets and the fridge. Where he finds a large squeezebottle of caramel sauce.

"...okay, I think we have a winner right here."

He plonks it down onto the table, following it up with a can of spray whipped cream.

"So what have you been up to, lovely Ms. Tyler?" he asks. "It's been ages since I saw you last."

Literally.