You're gonna work on sitting down and eating before I send you out the door with a handful of breakfast. [He still has somewhere to be, and Jacob will have to go spend the rest of the day on his own couch, or whatever he does. Still, Ned manages to say this affectionately, complete with a little elbow nudge. Eat with him, be domestic. It's weird and he doesn't understand it but it doesn't seem to hurt.

He picks up a piece of bacon between two fingers and stares at it. God.] Does Ms. MacBean do all your cooking? I never did ask, but the answer's staring me in the face now. How do you manage this?