It's actually a fantastic arrangement, though Jack won't do something so grand as to actually admit that out loud. But he can eat, and eat well, without having to worry about spilling all over himself, so well done, Mattie. Jack scrapes up another spoonful and smiles as she speaks.

"We oughta," he says, and then remembers it's rude to speak with your mouth half-full. He swallows, grins sheepishly at her, and continues, "We oughta take a look at em sometime. I bet we could figure em out. And I probably know more about tinned and boxed food then you-- that's how most food is in New York."